11-05-2015, 09:51 PM
 Like a thorn to the holy ones The blood stallion looked cooly out at the older commanding stallion. He appreciated the no nonsense manor at which he spoke. There was little left to discuss. the answer should be simple yes...no. But the young stag was not so sure. He had come accustomed to wandering, to being alone. He needed to decide where his heart was. It was in that knowledge that his decision became simple once more. He knew the winged beast before him would probably not like it- but if they needed bodies, he would oblige his request. Nymphetamine looked the colonial strait on, holding his body as confidently as he held his mind. As he exhaled his clear deep tones rang forward. Your offer is enticing and I think I could serve your queen well, but my mind is unclear if herd life is right for me. I will meet you on the outskirts of Chamber's lands in three moonrises. You will have my answer then. The reaction would be what if was, and Nymphetamine was not planning on standing around long to allow the situation to unfurl if the stag didn't like the answer. He paused only long enough to see his initial reaction. The then nodded, turned and moved away, resisting the urge to look back until he was well out of eye sight and in the cover of dense oak trees. He didn't want to anger Killdare, but knew if he did he would want to stick around. He also knew that sometimes one wants what one cannot have- or has the illusion of not having. Nymphetamine would find out how his ploy worked in three days. Until then- he will continue to roam his new home, and watch the way of the world. 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. |