for queen and country - anyone

[Nymphetamine]

 
Nothing had gone as planned, and now everything was going to shit. Mast had refused to see him, the damned stag had sent his smokey Patronus only to dash away without offering anything. The nerve. The light king had the nerve to not grant Nymphetamine audience after all he had agreed to. The blood bay necromancer moved through Chamber towards the tree, where the High Priestess would surely be. As a student under the priestess it was his duty to see to her needs, and now more than ever he had to work to prove himself. He had barely made it back to Chamber before the war started. He was furious, and his plans for his double agent status were over. Gates could burn as Mast had turned his back on the young stallion leaving him with nothing to offer Straia.  Straia would be furious once she had time to deal with him unless he proved himself now. Anger, frustration and the need for revenge pushed him onward closer the tree. The snow was trampled, and he weaved the trees avoiding the loudest areas, he had to conserve himself; he would have his revenge. 

The conjurer had not been able to gather any extra information before the war. Straia would be displeased, so very very displeased. So the beast would do all he could to show his loyalty to Chamber, to Straia, and as a student. He had no option if he were to walk away from this war with any sort of freedom. The forever burning tree finally came to view and with it the frantic cries of Shaytan.  While they had never been formally introduced, the blood bay knew he had to do something. Everywhere there is thick smoke, it burned his eyes and stung his throat making him cough.  He stopped, squinting to see better through the thick air, his anger making him calmer than he would be otherwise.  Shaytan was visibly shaken by the commotion. Any other day the necromancer wouldn't care but he had no time for weak nerves. He deep baritone voice left with a small laugh of sarcasm, "Priestess! For a horse who guards a flaming tree, you would think you would be used to fire everywhere. Straia wanted the battle to happen here, and we are ready. I am here to help, I'm Nymphetamine, tell me what you need." The last part was meant as reassurance. Chamber beasts are not usually flighty, he probably wouldn't insult her, but he did- oh well. He had bigger things to worry about other than the rabbit chaser's feelings.

It wasn't until after he spoke that he saw the other stallion there. He wasn't a horse he recognized. but it was obvious he was trying to move to the tree line by the orientation of his body. Instantly Nymphetamine was on high alert. The black male was trying to make their kingdom's preistess abandon her post. He scowled and moved to Shaytan's side.  Ear's pinned, and teeth nashing he growled in the deepest rasp of a voice he could manage. "Why would you ever ask our High Priestess to leave our tree unguarded? What is you purpose here. Speak the truth, for if I think you are lying...I'm more dangerous than I look." Nymphetamine didn't know everyone in Chamber, but he knew enough that he didn't think any Chamber dweller would ever consider trying to convince Shaytan to leave the tree's side. He could be wrong, but better be rude to an ally than allow some trickery to but Chamber at risk.

The noises grew around them and the clamour of war grew as Straia brought the war to Chamber, the plan was in motion and the only failure he knew of was his own. He would atone, he would bring gates down, or, at least, help. Nymphetamine would revenge Mast's betrayal. For now, he would aid his priestess until the right opportunity arose.

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION, SUNSETTER

Nymphetamine