Nymphetamine
The blood bay stallion no longer hid within the shadows, his invisibility left him when his ability to read emotions came. He never thought that he would want the ability, but it had been a useful tool. But every power had its drawbacks. It had proved rather overwhelming, especially at the beginning. It had been difficult to control the flood of emotions that would hit him whenever he was around others. He had taken to the shadows then, isolated as he learned to control the power. It had taken time, and he was less than pleased with the time it took, but he had control now. He was able to focus the ability to just those he wanted or needed to use it on and was able to wall it off completely when he didn't want it. The Governor had only recently made his return to normal.
He had met with Killdare just before Dacia and Lupei had been banned, the whole thing seemed to weigh heavily on his king. Killdare was strong but he was not stone hearted. Nymphetamine had tried to get him to share his burden, to allow him to do his job. The ranking diplomat was in charge of handling internal and external issues, but Killdare had yet to lean on him. Somewhere buried deep below layers of pride, loyalty, respect, and duty Nymphetamine was annoyed with his King. He would never show it or act on it, but it was there. Killdare had promoted him for his abilities to do the job yet Killdare had never confided in him. The reason was unknown to the necromancer, but it was troublesome.
The bay had put much of his time into managing the kingdom's alliances on his own, he recruited, tried to find those that would grow the peace cast, but most who came to Chamber were not talkers or peacekeepers. It by default was his job to do alone, recently there was Arthas, but he was still new, his training not advanced enough to trust him to manage an alliance on his own yet. Nymphetamine believed his underling would be ready soon... but until that time it was on the Conjurer. Through all this Nymphetamine was still on the outside. Maybe he was destined to always be on the outside, he had been a traitor, a spy, a turncoat. Either way, he felt the frustrations with his king were justified. He would have to deal with them eventually, but not at that time.
Killdare had called them to gather, at the tree, his tree. For whatever reason, it had become his station over the past few years. He was not obsessed with it like his predecessor, but he held respect for the tree that protected his home, his kingdom. So he had already been there, in the trees when Killdare came and made his call to the kingdom. He watched as the first to arrive spoke, he did not reccognize her. There were new recruits all the time so he made no effort to wonder her reason for coming to the gathering. But, for practice and safety's sake, he allowed his mind to sense her emotions. It wasn't an invasion of the mare's mind, he didn't have to pry through mental barriers. No, instead it was more of a feeling like the wind on his face, they were felt without him actively digging. Or maybe an aura was a better way to describe it, he hadn't the words yet. The gray striped mare was excited, maybe anticipating of something, but there was no worry, no fear so he moved on. Be was about to come forward from the trees, but Kimber entered just then.
Kimber. She looked haunted, troubled, and obviously pregnant. Jealousy raged through him, he had no right, but he was. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. It took several huffs of hot breath to calm himself, remind himself that she had a chance and didn't want him, that he had to move on... that he had Nikita. Some things were deeper ingrained than he had thought. But her rough state did worry him. He was sure the pregnancy was taxing but she looked worse off than most mares he had seen in her condition. He didn't dare read her emotions, he knew that would get him nowhere. But he made a mental note to keep tabs on her, at least until he knew she was safe after the birth.
The necromancer shook off the annoyance, the jealousy, the surprise, and worry and entered the clearing. His body muscled and lean from the miles he covered between alliances. He moved to the group, nodding to the new mare, and to Kimber before giving his attention to Killdare. He knew better than to start any drama with Kimber during a group meeting, so he kept it official, impersonal. " So Killdare, what is at our precipice this time? War? Deception? New kingdom changes?"
Like a thorn to the Holy Ones