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[Warship]

come back with your shield, or on it

The shift in the winds seemed to be effecting more than kingdom relations. It was certainly effecting him in the strangest of ways. Ever since the fiasco with Smolder, he’d more or less given up on anything other than a working relationship with a female. Females were complicated, preferring to let there emotions overrun their common sense (if they even had any of that in the first place). Certainly he had made a child with Straia, but Erebor had been born simply for the good of the kingdom; there were no feelings or emotions involved. Their union had been simple and practical and easy to forget, without the tinges of love and lust tainting the edges. Warship was a simple creature with simple wants- few things mattered more than war and his kingdom. His urges were those of the base kind, mostly food and water and the occasional bloodshed. It hadn’t taken him long to learn that lust and love had no place in his world. Love was time consuming, and he had little extra time to give out for frivolous consumption.

But here he stood, with a jealous monster in his chest begging to be set free. Warship had no claim over Kimber, but there was still something that drew him helplessly to her like a moth to an open flame. Perhaps it was something about Nymphetamine and not an actual longing for the blue-tinged mare. His shadow raven had told him the whispers he had heard, that he was their new spy. Warship wasn’t prone to giving trust in the first place, and he was even less prone to giving it to those who made their living in the art of deceit. Maybe it was a combination of the two. While he knew Kimber could hold her own, it was in his nature to protect. Never coddle, but protect. She had grown up here (he had watched her do so), and as a loyal member of the Chamber, it saw it as his duty to protect her. The enemy wasn’t always foreign; they could be found on domestic soil too. Until he knew just what Nymphetamine’s intentions were, he wasn’t going to let his guard down. It was his job to be vigilant, his duty to be suspicious.

He felt the tension from the very moment he arrived, but he paid it little heed. Social graces weren’t exactly his strong suit, and he would never pretend to be anything he wasn’t. He was about as refined as a chunk of granite. The blood bay stallion was polite enough though, even if Warship himself wasn’t. “Oh no, she isn’t mine. Nor is she a lady. Her hips may lure you in, but her mouth will betray her every time.” he said, smirking slightly. But the mood suddenly changed, and Warship found himself bristling. The ground rumbled slightly beneath his feet, and he raised a brow as a bleached skeleton was struggling to emerge from the loamy soil. His eyes flashed, his lips raising over his teeth in a sneer. “You should be careful raising the dead here boy…there are things down there that would prefer to be left alone.” he growled, his shoulders squaring as he lowered his impressive set of horns ever so slightly. Finally Kimber spoke, and for some reason her voice (despite being angry) was like aloe to a burn. The general softened ever so slightly, though visibly he was still on his guard. “Kimber is a trusted member of this kingdom and my army. I do not have soldiers in my army that I cannot trust. If I had found her to be untrustworthy, I would have kicked her little ass back over the border years ago. I simply figured that you would do her the same favor.” he shrugged, rolling his shoulders. He turned to look at Kimber, his eyes flashing at her words but he did not rise to the bait. Finally he turned back to the bay, tilting his head with curiosity. “I’d like to know the answers to those questions too. And if you think me unworthy of knowing your secret, or that I shouldn’t be trusted, well then, we’ll have greater problems on our hands. My fathers heart beats under this very ground and I’ve given my soul for this kingdom. I don’t think there any reason to doubt my trustworthiness.”

-warship