A rose in the rain [any]

[Nymphetamine]

The bay waited for the tell-all signs of a corpse of sinew and bone had been beckoned. Sine he wasn't the one summoning he didn't feel exactly what she did but he had an an idea of what she reached for. For Nymphetamine, it was as if someone was watching him, the slight buzz that there was someone just out of sight, and he always felt their presence around him, the skeletons, or the buzz of a new sack of bones for him to call upon. He never bothered with the smaller creatures, he preferred the remains of horses, and that was what he had summoned every time. But the ground rumbled in the distance by the bushes he had mentioned disrupting his thoughts. Sure enough, the compacted soil gave way to a lump of rather clean bones, that bumped and adjusted into an anatomically correct form more or less. From the distance that the conjurer's frame stood he saw no sign of the dripping liquefied flesh that made most others retch, but that he secretly marveled in.

His gaze drifted back to Violence, her black coat dull in comparison to the gleam that held her eyes in it's sheen. They seemed to dance in a way that would make anyone rejoice in her presumed delight. Nymphetamine didn't hide his intrigue when she looked to him and added to the challenge. He had never played a game of skill with another like him and her delight was just as intriguing as exhilarating as commanding the dead, or so it would seem. He pulled his eyes away from her as his own deep pools took aflame with the challenge and thrill of it all. As it always was when he took hold of a corpse, he stilled, and reached out with his mind, he felt the corpse in the distance, and it felt different than those he pulled from the ground before, maybe it wasn't a horse, or maybe it was the presence of Violence but either way the stallion had a hold on the bones. With a proverbial yank of the tether, he held to the creature he commanded it to come to him and it did.

At first, it was a slow saunter, then at his command, the bones increased its speed, incapable of denying it's necromancer. Then when it was even closer still the bay halted its progression. A smirk and a little "watch this" smirk he made the bones dance in a way only a horse could appreciate. It wasn't to show off skill but more to have a laugh. He halted the bones before them before looking back to the mare, "What now Violence, shall you show me something interesting? Shall we rearrange its anatomy? Or maybe make it do a trick?" He would train an army of necromancers if they were around to do so, it was a useful tool, and it had been far too long since he had allowed himself to play with the idea of just enjoying the gift. Maybe Violence had something to teach him yet.

Nymphetamine

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

...ignore my tense changes they are there, but it's late and i'm falling asleep as I right. I will edit tomorrow. xD