This barless Prison [ Offspring only]

[Nymphetamine]

Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones

Nymph could feel the drain on his energy as he held them there, keeping 5 dead things standing, moving, and held together took more energy than many might think, but he wasn’t worn out, nor was he tired..just aware. The beasts silently chattered before him, their hollow eye sockets boring into his soul wanting more than he could give them. He had no auras to attach to them, he hadn’t been gifted that ability, so he just looked away, and watched the creases leave Offspring’s large head as he (if not for just a moment) relaxed. The Spanish lined ruler no longer had to conceal the fire within, no longer had to hold in whatever tormented him. And the flames along his spine flickered to life with that freedom. They grew as they licked the air and spread throughout him glowing from within as a lantern would its shade.

And then it happened, Nymph stood and watched as the flames cascaded from his glowing form and coil across the span before them toward the five before splitting and exploding. As their ashes floated to the ground, the pull of holding them upright was tethered, the slow drain on his own self fell away. The bay watched the embers flicker out it was a unique dance of red, black and gray, as he wondered if it was as helpful for the other towering stallion as he had hoped. But it wasn’t long before Offspring spoke and pulled him from his thoughts. ” Looks like we both learned something new about each other today. His lips pull into a smile that matched his companions, ”It was fun. But was it...helpful?”

Nymphetamine didn’t wish to pry or force the information out, but he would ask, and what would be shared would be shared. Their friendship might not be as easy, but it was important and worth the time. There was much to discuss business wise, the trip to Hayline, the pending visits to other kingdoms, initial thoughts on treaties and alliances...but it didn’t seem right. ”How about another target, maybe a moving one this time?” It was more of a rhetorical question, the look on Offspring’s face after the first time told the necromancer that he would be up for another target. So he sent out the tendrils of his mind and pulled two corpses. One a rabbit, the other a bird. He called them to move, the rabbit danced around them in evasive patterns, It didn’t just stay with them but it attempted to move around them using the full expanse of the space they had, Offspring would surely have to work for this one. The bird was similar but it darted in and out of the smoke that filled the air. Nymph grew still as he concentrated on the motions of the dead, his mouth a thin line of focus and determination. A large explosion was great, but since when did finesse not matter? ”You’ve got magnitude down, but what about precision?”

NYMPHETAMINE