The young stag didn't have to wait long before a fae approached, while it wasn't the beast he was expecting, he knew he had attracted some attention. While not the exact subject of his call, he would not ignore the fae that approached- if they allowed him in- if he made it- he would need friends, even within a kingdom danger could lurk. He watched the fae approach and she did not waste time, as she came closer her stature screamed royalty. His oil-hued eyes began to make out her features; brown and white patches became clear, and upon her head a crown of feathers. She was striking. The confidence she moved with was eye catching in itself, let alone her physique. She wasn't just royal, she was a queen, the queen. He had heard whispers of this fae, her power and in some opinions cruelty. There was much to learn about her, and this place, he was eager to learn.
When she stopped in front of him, it was not welcoming words she spoke, they were harsh, and conquering. Obviously she meant to make his place known- that he was new, and not welcome to demand things of others. Believe me, he felt that message in his core. Her presence was intense, and he enjoyed it and feared it. He enjoyed the idea of working along side the power, but feared he had already messed up his first impression. There was only one thing to do, make sure he fixed it. He dipped his head, in a respectful bow; he knew his place.
The pleasure is all mine, Straia, I am Nymphetamine. I meant to make no true demand. My father taught me to own what you could offer, and how to impress the military types. Killdare is great, I was only hoping to show I could hold my own. I meant no offense, nor did I wish to overstep.
His voice was deep, smooth and eloquent; not in a fluffy soft way but in a confident way. He was sure in his words, sure of their meaning and how they wafted through the air. He knew there was a chance she didn't let new herd members such as himself call her by her name, but she had introduced herself as such, so he would call her so- no need to fuss, and seem yellow bellied. The stag knew he wouldn't be blowing the queen away with some unnatural ability but he hoped there was at least a spark of recognition of what he could be. He needed this to work. Nymphetamine's spires flicked to attention as she asked his intentions. Chamber had a lot to offer, and would offer a purpose for him to fullfill. He had a job to do- it was time to do it.
Yes, I do intend to join Chamber. Killdare mentioned you might be in need of some diplomats. I am interested in learning...If you'll have me, I will work hard to learn what i can from those above me, and put it to good use.
The blood bay held his stature confidently, not to one up the regal fae, but he would not cower. He knew he could be useful, and he was not going to miss this opportunity.
Nymphetamine
cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain