Sunsetter [Warship]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine

Chamber had a way of keeping on, never once caring about the miniscule problems of it’s population. The land would cycle on grow and die and grow again while those who resided there came and went, and very few stood out, made a true impact on the their kingdom. Warship was one, Chamber knew Warship and she was his ever mistress.  So of course when Warship was injured Chamber healed him or at least kept his ancient heart beating, as Chamber would sure do for him again. Warship was just always going to be around forever--as long as his mistress would have him.

Nymphetamine should have known better than to call the cranky old man to him, or to deal with him at all. They weren’t exactly friends, especially after that whole Kimber thing. But heck they were all immortal now, so they could have the same argument for eternity. Either way Warship came, and Warship snarked.  Nymph gave his own half grin in sarcastic reply as the eternal bay spoke. ”Much has changed since the war, Old Man. It would be wise of you to take note before you misspeak” the blood bay wasn’t 2 anymore. He had frozen his path at the ripe age of 10, he was no longer so hot headed and bold he no longer hid secrets and ill will against Chamber, Chamber had made him great molded him into something more. And Warship would be wise to take notice, that he was not some pissant to be tossed aside. Nymphetamine had taken his licks and proven himself. Even if he had caused the fae to withdraw their protection from the Tree due to his involvement with the raid (or so he thought).

Everything felt a different now, the air was no longer ashy and infused with charred carbon the scent was missed by the bay and he wish it back but it never came. How long would it take for the fae to forgive them and bring the protection back to their tree. But until that happened Nymph would do everything he could to right the wrong. Chamber would be protected and he would see to it that his diplomats were running the gamut to hold their alliances strong and make sure they were informed with the state of affairs for those they were not. His mind was heavy with everything, and Warship was not one to back down from any confrontation. So it should not have been a surprise that Warship poked the already unhinged Governor. ”The only shit I’ve encountered was you, but I wouldn’t expect you to recognize your own stank, so I digress on that.” His eyes narrowed and he snorted at the older lord of Chamber. ”You left you know, and I’ve picked up the pieces you left behind. Did you even ever care, or was Kimber just some chase for you?”

If looks could kill Warship would be feeling death’s call at his door as Nymph’s eyes bore him down. While the necromancer had yet to make things work with Kimber, he still cared for her immensely and Warship had betrayed Kimber’s trust. Warship should answer for that, even if  Kimber never picked either of them. Beyond the issue of Kimber, Nymph felt the need to have Warship admit he was no longer a snot-nosed kid. Sure the bay’s approach was all wrong but who could expect the bay to have well thought out plans in the midst of a quarter-life crisis?

Like a thorn to the Holy Ones

OOC: so I started this post a month ago and its shorter than I wanted... but I finished it.   forgive it's disjointed bits.   But I'm back, hopefully!