11-03-2015, 09:01 PM
 Like a thorn to the holy ones Nymphetamine just about left his hooves behind he jumped so hard when the winged beast came into view from above. I mean, there was a fair share of oddities in his old life, horses with interesting capabilities... but wings was a new one. The blood bay stallion quickly regained his composure and took in the stallion before him. He seemed to own the area around him. he obviously was powerful in form and probably in rank. Nymphetamine watched in wonder of the mechanics behind the stag's wings and he landed before him. There was no time wasted with this stallion as he jumped right to the point. Was nymphetamine staying, or going and he he was going were to. The direct horse usually appreciates a direct response. So the young beast dipped his head and greeting and spoke. Voice carrying confidently, not to be judged by a momentary jolt from being caught unknowing. He knew that this stag would not waste time with meek little play things. His response should show he was firm in his knowledge of self, and confident in his abilities for his age. That he knew his place but would speak him mind. That was the impression he had to make, that was the stuff leaders responded to. Hello Killdare. I am Nymphetamine, and you may call me as such. I am herdless- for now, still gathering the lay of the lands. I assume since you are with...Chamber, yes? That you have interest in how I might further your allianced herd? The intonation wasn't cocky but he knew this dance. he had gone along with his father many times as he recruited others for their lands. He knew that new members earned their way through ranks by being useful to the king, or those above them. That leaders gained recognition by bringing quality beast to the herd. If this beast was to recruit him, he would want more information prior to agreeing to further their agenda above his own. So, tell me about the Chambers. Nymphetamine knew his place, and knew exactly where the line is. to be cowardly now would be to accept the bottom of a herd forever. The Puppet Master: Nymphetamine They see him: Blood Bay Ghosts within: Alkah-teke x Arabian They Run From Him at: 16.2 He’s made it this far: 2 years Remember him by: He will always be a bit of a wander, and if he does settle down to one place or with one fae it will be later in life. He is sly and outgoing, and cares very much about family and keeping his word. He doesn't remember much of his family, but knows the fact he made it here to,well he isn't quite sure where here is, because of the sacrifice his parents made. Nymphetamine is the some of a pirate, if you will. The kind of horse that wanders into luck and fortune and seems to know the minute mischief is in the air. His father wasn't one to settle down either- until he met his mother. A fierce tongued fae with a dark heart, she understood and maybe even loved his father's distant, detached ways. Nymphetamine was very much a mix of his parents, fierce tongued and independent with a lucky streak to pull him through during rough times--or maybe stir things up. Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain.... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above onto me? For once upon a time On the binds of your lowliness I could always find the slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discoulours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine HTML Copyright To Tay. |