A rose in the rain [any]

[Nymphetamine]

He wasn't unique, he wasn't specially colored, he didn't have wings, nor a horn. For all intents and purposes, he was very normal. In fact, he probably appeared plain. A bay, that just happened to look a little redder than others, standard build, standard eyes; plain, normal, regular. Nymphetamine wasn't an obvious choice for someone to take an interest in. He was known to some, but he wasn't one that would show up somewhere and would be instantly known. Yet here was this smokey black filly, obviously gifted, obviously special and she had selected him, decided his plainness was worth investigating. It was amusing, to say the least, that the youth was able to do the things that the older necromancer would never be able to do. His gift was limited, connected to his own life, pulled on his own energy to call the dead up to the surface. Well, technically he could do as she did for a time, but he would have to stop from exhaustion or he would die.

She isn't like that, she is able to use her gift freely. She is unrestrained, and it shows. Nymphetaminewatched her curiosity peak. She hadn't thought he would be gifted like she was her words confirmed it as she asked why he didn't keep bones around him all the time. The laugh escaped him, instantly upon her finishing the inquiry. As her eyes danced with the hopeful curiosity of a cat playing with its captive mouse, his shifted beneath their hoods in an array of emotions, amusement, annoyance, dismay, and even a hint of jealousy. It was a short-lived, the laugh, a puff of escaped air, and his eyes snapped from their fleeting dance to the filly with obvious intensity. He wasn't angry but he felt no need to do some song and dance, to beseech the fillies curiosity. "I have no need to flaunt a gift that is best used as a surprise." He watched her reaction to his words, but she seemed unphased, just grazed off some invisible barrier and moved on.

It wasn't obvious what her words meant at first. It was like there was a pressure in his head, and then it evolved, a touch from withing his mind that he wasn't able to get away from. He pinned his ears instantly and snarled at the filly. The necromancer fought the urge to think of anything. He tried to think what would annoy the filly what imagery would bore her or scare her out of him mind. The blood bay's body, however, reacted instinctively, with such little thought it was almost completely subconscious. his tall haunches flew to face the filly and he double fired at her three times in extremely quick succession. The conjurer didn't care if he made contact or not, but he would make it known she would stay out of his mind. He knew empty thoughts where the best deterant, so he would have to keep that in mind, now that he knew the feeling. "Arent you just a bag of goodies." She had left his mind as quickly as she had come, and she was going on about being bored. Well, he should push her then, as he didn't wish to relieve her boredom again.

The bay stallion looked around the meadow, there were many he could use as a target for her, but he didn't want to Chamber to have backlash from his little outing. So he decided against using the nearby innocents as target practice. Eyes flicked back to the filly...oh a name, finally...Violence....how fitting. She would really be a force once she was grown. He had an idea but had no clue how to make it happen. "Well, Violence, how about we do something to fix out boredom problem, shall we? The dark tipped features flipped into a smile, this filly had strength in her powers but did she have finesse? He as unsure. Maybe he could wear her out after all, and he might even play along as well.. if she stayed out of his head. See those shrubs in the distance? The ones way out and to the left? Bet you can't bring up a skeleton from here , right next to it. He figured she could, but a competition should build in difficulty, right?

Nymphetamine

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

ooc: sorry for the wait. life and what not.