for queen and country - anyone

[Nymphetamine]

The amount of emotional overload that had built up within the reddish necromancer was to the point of being dangerous. He was about to snap and right now he was focused on his one-time lover, Kimber. Not that she deserved to have the full force but she had hidden a very important fact from him, one he intended to find an answer to. It wasn't that the stallion didn't have other kids, He had been with Killgore not too long ago and another mare, whose name he doesn't remember. It had been different with Kimber, they were not soulmates, but there was a connection there. So these kids felt different. The blue mare hadn't answered fast enough, and Nymph ground his teeth with as much force he could stand, "The girl... is she mi-"

His words were cut off by a scream and thundering hooves, his attention was torn from the blue mare, he quickly scanned to find what had happened. Rapscallion had the colt, what was his name, Vaughan and Siberian struck at the buckskin, a moment too late was unsuccessful at a deep cut. Eyes dart frantically for the other child, the one he was so sure was his, and he sees she is safely by Shaytan. (He didn't know the priestess well, but it seemed like an odd time were the bunny-killer would be the safe keeper, and it would be a relief.) His body is moving already, as his head whipped back to Rapscallion and the young hostage. As he ran he mentally commanded his invisible raven who he had sent to circle above to stay with Vessel, and guard her. His legs thundered beneath him, the slender stallion was built for speed and he was glad for it in this moment. Before him, he saw Zayn gain on the abuser as he discarded the child, and then victoriously crash into him.

Nymphetamine didn't slow until he was next to the other stallion, witnessing him crash down again and again on the beast. A viciously wicked grin grew over the necromancer, and it only widened as Zayn asked him to finish the deed. "It would be an honor I'd gladly take, thank you." The bay stilled, and mentally reached out to the ever present feeling of the dead below their feet. The feeling was hard to describe, but it was like the nagging feeling that someone was watching, just out of sight. He sought it out, and took hold, pulling the death back to the world of the living. He continued this, over and over. Usually, he only brought back two or three, but for the death, he wanted for Rapscallion he needed more. It was mentally taxing and physically draining, he would be weak for a time after this but it was worth it.

The ground shook, lightly at first. It was a minor thing, but as the necromancer did his work, the ground round Rapscallion rippled, bulged up and crumbled, the ground shaking harder as Nymphetamine forced the process into faster grander fruition. He wanted the event to be unsettling for the beast who had attacked his assumed children. After another second the surface of the before him was scattered with rotten rancid carcasses. Nymphetamine didn't move from his spot, he couldn't; commanding that many corpses was extremely difficult for him. He conjured the risen dead into a circle around the Gates resident. The hollow-eyed bones moved in, stomping the downed beast, tearing at his flesh. The pulled chunks of skin and muscle away at a time Each beast relentless in their onslaught. The buckskin screamed and attempted to thrash, and shimmy away. IT was no use, Zayn had broken his leg and the dead were too quick to tear more away for him to move.

The blood bay's breath came quicker now with the effort and he was starting to sweat. He stilled the attack of his minions and reveled in the whimpering of his enemy. "I'll make sure Mast knows of your cowardice. Of how you used a child, an innocent, as only the lowest and weakest of creatures would. Enjoy hell." With that his eyes wide - and crazed with anger and the effort of his endeavor the commanded the beasts back to the ground, except for two. The final two grabbed hold of the buckskin by his legs and dragged him down, down through the loose displaced dirt, down through the layers of sandy loam, down to the dark abyss that would be his final resting place. Again the ground shook as it shifted to make space for the corpses, and it grew weaker as they returned to their respective resting places. The only sign of the event was the chunks of muscle and the loose soil before Nymph.

The blood bay was drenched, and his breath was quick and jagged. His legs were shaking slightly. He stood still, taking in the moment. He was a new five and had just killed for the first time. He didn't regret it, but it was something to process just the same. As he tried to let his body recuperate, his mind went to Gates to Mast and the first conversation he ever had. Mast made a big to do about how morally disgusting Chamber was, and how those that live in the Gates were morally right, or better. How can Mast have himself on such high ground about being the morally better kingdom when Rapscallion did what he did?

Nymph shook his head and turned away from the bloody scene before him. His legs buckled and he tripped and fell to his knees. Slowly he righted himself and made his way back to the gathering of Chamberlings. He found the blue mare and moved to her. Exhausted he leaned against Kimber using her to support the muscles that didn't want to hold him upright. It wasn't any romantic thing, but it was a gesture he appreciated; which he acknowledged with a small nudge to the blue mare's neck. He looked at the kids, but spoke to Kimber, "They're ok? You don't have to admit they're mine, but I won't believe you if you say no anyway."

He let the others talk for a minute trying to gather strength though he would be useless for a little while. He remembered then he hadn't thanked Zayn, Siberian, and Shaytan. He lifted his head, to shoulder height, "Zayn, Thank you for taking on Rapscallion, you are a fierce warrior. Siberian and Shaytan- thank you for keeping the children safe. I didn't mean to be a...douche earlier." his mouth curled into a small smirk. For the moment it was only Chamber-dwellers, but who knew what else was coming their way. Nymph needed to find a healer or find cover, otherwise he was a sitting duck.

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION, SUNSETTER

Nymphetamine