A New life, The old me [Nymph]

[Nymphetamine]

He had been here often, the field was where he met Magnus, and then entered into a self-given spy mission that almost had him in killed by the last ruler of Chamber. He had met Killdare, not a far way from here to be recruited to Chamber for said spy mission.  So much has changed since then, he no longer was a spy... or at least, in the manner, he was before. He now felt the Chamber made him better, gave him a purpose, whereas before he thought those who lived in Chamber were somehow villainous amoral creatures.  He knew better now, as much had changed and he knew more now.  So when he entered the field, the red hued bay knew what to look for. He knew what type of horse the Chamber needed.

Nymphetamine wasn't a large horse, he wasn't built, and muscled like a warrior. He was built more like a swimmer. lean and thin, many actually called him lanky. He had long legs and a fine featured body due to his Arabian lines. He was made of two great desert racers and it definitely showed.  Across the way, he saw another stallion, obviously a little out of place, but trying to show his worth with a strong stance. It wasn't often he recruited stallions from the field, but that didn't mean there weren't great stallions around. The necromancer moved to the other stallion, not too boldly, but he wanted to show confidence and make the other want to follow him.   Once he was by the stallion he called to him, his voice a crisp baritone.  "What brings you to the field today? Couldn't be the weather., unless you like to punish yourself with the bitter wind"  The corner of his lips turn up, it wouldn't be a conversation with Nymphetamine if there wasn't some sarcasm thrown in.

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION, SUNSETTER

Nymphetamine