Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Sib]

[Nymphetamine]

Look. the blood bay stallion had been stressed. It really was no secret that the necromancer had been busy two timing Chamber with Gates. I mean it really wasn't a secret anymore. Gates had decided to leave him high and dry like a high school the nerdy boy in school. Not to mention the war... where he killed another horse for the first time. Oh, right that was because the brute had attacked a kid that Kimber straight said could be his because she didn't know who the father was. So then after a few days rest the conjurer found out he had yet another daughter and that the mother had up and left her. That had been a doozy, and he had yet to know for sure what then Lorde, now King would do to his two-timing-super-secret-double-agent-spy ass for his indiscretions.

So of course, the reddish toned bay had every reason to not care if he zigged and giggled. Justified was the word that came to his head after the last fit of hiccupping giggles left his droopy jaw. He knew that he had allowed this to be so much more grandiose than necessary, but again- a little mental break... he had more than deserved. Somewhere outside of his conscious haze, he knew there was another. One that he innately trusted. He squinted and pulled his weeble-wobble (but they don't fall down) body to a halt, a graceful sight for sure. "Hey...I know you...are you walking this path too?" Nymphetamine probably didn't answer his question, but who knew if the clarity he thought his words possessed made it passed his lips instead of a slurred jumbled mess.

The bay moved on again, still in his hazy daze of stress induced stupor. It was as if he had no direction, or, at least, it looked like it was a thoughtless saunter that moved the lanky beast through the pines. Again the voice, more questions, he wondered why everyone had questions. His mood flipped like a politician's views after the primaries and he pinned his ears at the source of the question. "Look, bear. I'm fine, what's with the questions? I'm so tired of questions." His eyes brightened when the connection was made. Bear...familiar...he knew this question practitioner. "Siberian?!?! Why do you follow me.... as a bear? I'm fine.

The path continued until the clearing was upon them and the ever burning tree was off to the side. The sight of their recent wartime meeting and the site of the necromancer learned he had kids for the first time. Ok, where he learned that he "might" have kids. The ground was still a little unsettled where Rapscallion now rested below the debris. The wreckage of the war was still obvious in front of them, or at least in the bay's opinion. The giggling, which had reduced since the bay had become aware that the bear was there, now stopped completely. He felt the sobering moment wash over him. and the haze diminished in his eyes. While he still felt aloof and lightheaded, the weight of the recent past pressed down on him and forced him to be aware once more. The moment, the mental break, was over. A deep sigh escaped him as he continued to look out to the pile where Rapscallion rested. His tone was clearer, but he sadder somehow. "She should have told me.

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION, SUNSETTER

Nymphetamine