nymph/any

[Nymphetamine]

The war had slowed, the noise had calmed, and the chaos that had been so thick in the air had lessened to an almost gentle stirring. Nymphetamine leaned against a tree not too far from the clearing where he had killed Rapscallion. He was still rather weak from the draining effect his abilities gave him. The blood bay was stable on his feet but his muscles ached and he felt like he was fighting the world's worst hangover. He could see the clearing and he watched as the inhabitants of the ash covered Chamber were coming back out of the corners in which the fought, guarded, hid, or laid in rest after injury. Something was different in this scene. a bright colored foal bobbed a little up and down as it looked around the clearing. Nymph didn't have a clear view and the odd movement made the necromancer curious. He exhaled quickly as he moved from the tree, his muscles resisting the entire time. An obvious limp restricted his movement as he staggered to the clearing.

The view was unusual, more unusual than he had expected. He stopped and his jaw fell slightly open. The foal, a filly, had no legs. instead, the teal little thing had tiny wings that fluttered like hummingbird wings. He had never seen such a thing, even in all his time in the chamber. He watched her a bit longer. she was happy, and all smiles, but there were some nerves hiding behind her eyes that flashed to the foreground for only just a moment before receding again. He decided to move out of the shadowy cover of the trees and move over to the unique filly.

The blood bay grumbled and winced with every step or so, as his muscles continued to resist the motion. Once he was close enough, He called out to the filly hoping she would cover the rest of the distance as his body would not (well, without more pain). Nymph's voice fell in dark tenor chords. "You aren't from here are your little one...?" Nymphetamine had interaction with 2 that could be his, and he had 1 other child out there somewhere....and another that should have just been born. He always thought of where they could be when he see foals and yearlings that could be their age, but he doubted he would meet them as he only really knew Kimber, the other mares he was not ashamed to say he didn't really know them. But had been happy to oblige a willing mare or two since he came here. He snapped his attention back to the little floating filly, "So what brings you to the Chamber, alone at the end of war-time?"

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain

OOC: I'm sorry, that was a lackluster post. :|