And Golden Door Knobs - Kingdoms & Herds

[Nymphetamine]

Winter had pushed into the diverse war-torn lands, and the cold gusting air only further perpetuated the dismal feeling. Though in further thought, it was probably just the lanky blood bay's personification of his torn feelings onto the landscape. These days he felt worried that the silent acceptance of his less than honorable beginnings in Chamber was going to come unraveled. Killdare hadn't said anything, nor he to his king, and dare he say it friend. Nymphetamine couldn't help but wonder if and when it would come back and bite him in the ass. So he had left Chamber in pursuit of showing he had truly chosen the kingdom and would be loyal to the ashy lands and diverse population.

So the reddish stallion stood in the field, in a gregarious attempt to convince others that the new Chamber was the place to put down roots. It was something that he truly believed in. If he hadn't, he would have chosen Gates, or fled both lands to hide away in some unknown corner of the world. Steeled eyes scanned the chilled field in hopes of finding an unaccompanied mare or stallion, he so hated that off group conversation as the recruiters danced an intricate waltz. It was not appropriate to be straight out rude, but you want to deter the recruitee from going with the other, as the same time show your kingdom's virtue. It was annoying and tiresome. Nymph had just about given up of the hunt but a flash of movement above caught his eye. A dark horse flew in from above, except he was wrong, it was a unicorn, how peculiar.

The necromancer decided it was a good an opportunity as ever and set off, ready to put his bets foot forward, for himself, and his kingdom. When the mare landed ways off, he approached stopped just close enough so that she would know he wished a conversation. A slight dip of his dark tipped muzzle in greeting signaled his intent and he moved a few steps closer, just to not have to talk loudly at the mare. " Quite the entrance, flying... or should a say floating into the field. I'm Nymphetamine, of Chamber. What might your name be?" He smiled, a small trivial thing, but it was genuine. His statement held no jest at her, he honestly hadn't seen many fly into this area. He would see if the unique start to the encounter would bode well for this recruitment trip.

Nymphetamine

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