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[Nymphetamine]

  Nymphetamine wasn’t one to give up, Kimber would eventually see his charm- he was quite sure of it. The blood bay was not keen on getting kicked unless in battle, so he hopped away when she struck out at him.  Smirked at her as she spoke of being a whore, more so not being his whore, and something about a sadistic side. He ignored her later comment- as every mare ever had some evil wench side that came out eventually.  He kept a bit of distance- just so he could skirt away again if she didn’t care for his words. He pressed into her after she made her own advance- if she wants to be a tease she didn’t get to be so insulted when he reciprocated. ”Whore? Who said anything about you being a whore? Let along my whore.  Ha- mighty defensive- so either you are a prude in reality or you are a whore and wish me not to know it?” He moved away from her now shrugging off the line of questioning, he didn’t really care if she was a whore or a prude- she was interesting and that would do for now. He was only mildly interested in actually picking her brain as an informant; this conversation had morphed into other interests- a challenging way to pass the time.
 
He chose not to respond to her accusations. He had plenty to hide- but none of it involved her- if she wanted to know his position here she could ask Straia- or Killdare- they could decide her trustworthiness. His job- his mission would be useless if everyone and their brother knew his goals. Instead he shrugged, ”Maybe I do have much to hide, maybe I don’t. But I lived in the Raven Queen’s kingdom- I am always watched, as are we all.”  The dance continued, Kimber being quippy and quick with her tongue, Nymphetamine testing the water at each step- finding the right approach.
 
The blood bay was curious about her more than anything now. So he would try to spin this conversation another way. His whole life was about war. Trading information, giving chamber the upper hand (from what chamber knew) and taking gates helpful information (from what Gates knew). He was growing tired of it and wanted a break- so when she answered his question about war, however reluctantly, he only half listened. He realized she finished and turned the questioning back to her, seeming nonchalant- almost bored with the questions- just smalltalk. ”So did you join the raid? Not that you would have fled, you obviously aren’t faint of heart. I wish I had been here to see it.” He smiled imagining the power they must have felt. Chamber really was an impressive place, even though their morals were loose to put it lightly.
 
Then there she was again, taunting and teasing. Nymphetamine while still intrigued was growing tired of the vexing, but thought better of to show her. Instead he decided to play on her advances. As she moved to nibble up his poll he lipped at her neck. If she could play- so could he.  She whispered in his ear sultry and confident. If he could have raised an eyebrow in surprise he would have.  They had just started to walk when the distant foot all became louder, and a large muscular stag brushed up against Kimber joining them. The younger stallion recognized him instantly, Warship, the head of Straia’s army.  He spoke voice booming deep, and authoritative. Nymphetamine didn’t cower, but took note that they hadn’t had a proper conversation so if he had joined them it wasn’t for his benefit.  There was an edge to his voice and Nymphetamine didn’t know how to take it just yet, but he figured her should say something He looked at Kimber to decide on how to address him, trying to read her reaction to his arrival. "Just pacing the time, Warship. There are worse ways to spend your day than with a lady, not matter how unrefined, no? But I'll graciously take my leave if you and the lady are involved." Nymphetamine smirked at Kimber, taunting her, eyes dancing with laughter. He didn't mean it as an insult; he liked some rough edges to his ladies. But he figured the outspoken fae would be ruffled by the statement. He also didn't wish to have Warship think he was advancing on something the general viewed as his. He wanted to get under her skin a bit. There was a slight undercurrent running through this conversation now- he hadn’t placed it yet when Warship spoke his name. The next words out of Warship’s mouth shocked him to a stop.
 
Nymphetamine felt his blood boil instantly. What the hell did Warship think he was doing?!?!  The Necromancer was far from surprised he knew of his purpose- Straia would have shared this news with her most trusted military leader. But as a military man he should have known the importance of keeping that information private.   Nymphetamine’s nostril’s flared and his breaths were shorter and shorter. He was not pleased. Before he could stop himself words blurted from his mouth all fire and brimstone. ”WARSHIP!” and with that his control was lost. Anger bubbled out from within him, stretching out and down causing the ground to shake, two places on either side of Warship broke open- two rancid flesh dripping corps standing on the disrupted ground.  The act, though in anger drained him greatly, his anger fueled him well.  He didn’t mean to be disrespectful- but is was his business, and his safety the General had endangered with his loose mouth. While I trust your discretion, sir. I cannot for the life of me understand what good sharing my business will do our Kingdom. For a spy is nothing if everyone knows of him. I would appreciate it if you would not speak  of my task outside of Straia and Killdare.” His words were seeping with anger at first but quickly cooled. First off- the force of quickly raising the two corpses was quickly tiring him, and secondly he had shouted at Warship.  Nymphetamine quickly shoved the corpses back into the ground. He would apologize for protecting his best interests.  The invisible raven on his back was the only assurance Straia needed that he aligned with what was best for chamber. 

Nymphetamine

in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision