for queen and country - anyone

[Nymphetamine]

Everything was too quick, more bodies appeared and entered the fray. Nymph wasn't even sure who was who and who was friend or foe. the days was growing to a close though it was hard to tell with all the ash in the air. It could have been earlier than he thought. The necromancer had run full force at the Gates dweller, but a shriek and blue blur made him pull up for just a moment. It wasn't until he was walking in the circle that he realized it was Kimber....and her... children?!?!?

He looked around to find where the palomino chamberling was, he needed a moment to deal with this Kimber issue. Spotting the stallion he called out. "Friend, keep this beasty here while I get these chamber kids to safety. Think you can handle it?" It was a request not a command, but he doubted the other stallion would mind, he seem more than eager to join the fray, and extremely capable. His lips tugged into a crooked smile and his body disengaged from the stalking circle, he would deal with the nuisance later.

He quickly turned and ran over to Kimber, the blue mare he hadn't seen in a year, since they had that, erm, encounter not too far away from here. As he neared the mare he had a moment to take in the children, they weren't too young, maybe a year... Nymphetamine stopped and his eyes narrowed as he focused in on them, one had the reddish brown coat and darkened tips as he did... the other was not like him but who knows how magic manipulated Kimbers original coat. He pinned his ear back, eyes flashed with hurt, anger, and an instantaneious fatherly protecton. He looked at the kids, saw the girl who was so like him and frighten, and the boy who looked more shocked than anything else. He then heard the grizzly roar, realizing the other Chamberling has shifted. "Go to the bear, he will protect you. Go, listen to your mother. Now." There was no mistaking his last word, it was commanding and if they didn't move to Siberian, he would drag them there.

As soon as the little ones had moved off he turned back to Kimber. He didn't say a word, the look he gave her was vast and dynamic. The hurt and betrayal of not being told, of missing out on being a father to his child- as he had missed his own father during his. The anger at her for putting them in danger. The fear that they could be hurt, the question of they were his of Warship's. Then finally they settled back to anger. The commotion of war all around him, his voice an angry snarl. "Are. they. mine?" His eyes were aflame with anger pulled from the war, the betrayal, and now this, and their entire focus was on Kimber.

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION, SUNSETTER

Nymphetamine