05-19-2016, 08:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-19-2016, 02:03 PM by Nymphetamine.)
OOC: You get the gift of a work post, which means no HTML 
But it is words and I am glad that we get to finally word together so hopefully I don't' get interrupted a million times and my computer doesn't randomly shut off, b/c it is a POS.
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It seemed he was never alone for long, and this spring day was no different. His idea to go to the tree was really more random than anything else, as he isn't usually sought out by any but Killdare, Petya (his daughter), and if she was feeling gracious--Kimber ( and let's be real, the way his secret love and he were getting on...she would not feel gracious towards him for some time). So the blood bay really didn't have a reason to hold any form of a council at the kingdom's heart. Even with his rank, he was rather unknown by most the inhabitants, sure they might know his scent, or recognize the red gleam of his bay hide, but they didn't know him. Power always was a haughty mistress.
Where was this story going? Oh yes, never being alone. The blood bay heard another approach as he stood in the ashy clearing. Another sound joined the first and it was jaunty and light, most likely a foal. In the distance, a blue tint moved in the blackness of the forest proper. Nymphetamines usually steel heart thrummed in his chest, as he knew of only one blue mare in Chamber. But the foal... there was no way... was there? The conjurer counted the time between now and the last time he saw Kimber... and no... she would have shown... right? The blue mare finally was within view (his mind raced so the moment felt like an eternity, the poor lad) and in an exhale of relief, it was not Kimber. But rather, another blue vixen. Ok, maybe not a vixen, though she could have been-- he would soon find out.
The foal, in the moments of Nymphetamines distraction, had danced her way over to the flame, and in the process came close to the necromancer, but he did little more that smirk and raise a brow at the little filly. He knew better, and good then as the blue mare had 4 horns that looked like she could do some damage with. The deep blue was not the robin's egg hue of Kimber, no she was a darker sort. There was a moment of panic that lingered in her widened eyes and tense limbs, but it seemed to relax once she took him in. She spoke first, as she made her way completely into the clearing, providing a name for her and the filly. "Pleasure, I am Nymphetamine, I didn't' mean to cause you any worry. Little ones are quite the handful." He looked from Malis to the filly, she was testing the fire, and then with her innocent little voice, spoke her curiosity aloud.
The spring air was dry do the moisture moving up further into the atmosphere as the tree burned without ever really charing. The necromancer looked to the tree again, respect for all that the tree offered Chamber, held deep within his dark pools. His voice was deep and reverent, as the magic here ran deep and within him through his own kingdom trait, invisibility. "The tree burns as a sign of the magic here. As long as our tree burns, Chamber will be gifted." He couldn't help but laugh gently at her concern, her innocence was refreshing. "That is the thing with magicVictra, it doesn't do as normal fire does. It will not spread, but it can burn you if you are not true to Chamber."
A glance back to Malis was given, as he didn't want to overstep his bounds into lessons the mother didn't wish to teach the lass yet. "She is Killdare's daughter, no? Lord of Magma and all that... can't help but have a distinctive smell." His tone was innocent, but his mind thought back to how angry Killdare had been when the group gathered and chased off Dacia, had Killdare moved on from that interest? Or was Malis a distraction? It should be none of the bay's business or concern. And he would never use the information against Chamber, but he would use it to have some fun with his ol pal. So he waited, a kind look upon him, so that she could get the information he wanted.... once a spy always a spy, or whatever.
But it is words and I am glad that we get to finally word together so hopefully I don't' get interrupted a million times and my computer doesn't randomly shut off, b/c it is a POS. ____________________________________________________________________________________
It seemed he was never alone for long, and this spring day was no different. His idea to go to the tree was really more random than anything else, as he isn't usually sought out by any but Killdare, Petya (his daughter), and if she was feeling gracious--Kimber ( and let's be real, the way his secret love and he were getting on...she would not feel gracious towards him for some time). So the blood bay really didn't have a reason to hold any form of a council at the kingdom's heart. Even with his rank, he was rather unknown by most the inhabitants, sure they might know his scent, or recognize the red gleam of his bay hide, but they didn't know him. Power always was a haughty mistress.
Where was this story going? Oh yes, never being alone. The blood bay heard another approach as he stood in the ashy clearing. Another sound joined the first and it was jaunty and light, most likely a foal. In the distance, a blue tint moved in the blackness of the forest proper. Nymphetamines usually steel heart thrummed in his chest, as he knew of only one blue mare in Chamber. But the foal... there was no way... was there? The conjurer counted the time between now and the last time he saw Kimber... and no... she would have shown... right? The blue mare finally was within view (his mind raced so the moment felt like an eternity, the poor lad) and in an exhale of relief, it was not Kimber. But rather, another blue vixen. Ok, maybe not a vixen, though she could have been-- he would soon find out.
The foal, in the moments of Nymphetamines distraction, had danced her way over to the flame, and in the process came close to the necromancer, but he did little more that smirk and raise a brow at the little filly. He knew better, and good then as the blue mare had 4 horns that looked like she could do some damage with. The deep blue was not the robin's egg hue of Kimber, no she was a darker sort. There was a moment of panic that lingered in her widened eyes and tense limbs, but it seemed to relax once she took him in. She spoke first, as she made her way completely into the clearing, providing a name for her and the filly. "Pleasure, I am Nymphetamine, I didn't' mean to cause you any worry. Little ones are quite the handful." He looked from Malis to the filly, she was testing the fire, and then with her innocent little voice, spoke her curiosity aloud.
The spring air was dry do the moisture moving up further into the atmosphere as the tree burned without ever really charing. The necromancer looked to the tree again, respect for all that the tree offered Chamber, held deep within his dark pools. His voice was deep and reverent, as the magic here ran deep and within him through his own kingdom trait, invisibility. "The tree burns as a sign of the magic here. As long as our tree burns, Chamber will be gifted." He couldn't help but laugh gently at her concern, her innocence was refreshing. "That is the thing with magicVictra, it doesn't do as normal fire does. It will not spread, but it can burn you if you are not true to Chamber."
A glance back to Malis was given, as he didn't want to overstep his bounds into lessons the mother didn't wish to teach the lass yet. "She is Killdare's daughter, no? Lord of Magma and all that... can't help but have a distinctive smell." His tone was innocent, but his mind thought back to how angry Killdare had been when the group gathered and chased off Dacia, had Killdare moved on from that interest? Or was Malis a distraction? It should be none of the bay's business or concern. And he would never use the information against Chamber, but he would use it to have some fun with his ol pal. So he waited, a kind look upon him, so that she could get the information he wanted.... once a spy always a spy, or whatever.
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