It's dark inside [nymph]

[Nymphetamine]

For the 3 years he lived in Chamber under false pretenses he was always watched, by the beady eyed creatures in the trees, and his own personal chaperone raven that sat upon his back. He had more than enough by the time the war occured and he was relieved his passenger as Straia was chased into the mountains. Since then the necromancer had found a true life within the ashy kingdom, and with it the freedoms that came with trust. He loved that he was able to go and do as he pleased, He worked hard over the past two years to better Chamber. Nymhpetamine checked on their alliances periodically, recruited a few new members, and had met more member of Chamber himself in an effort to guage the state of the Kingdom, He was always on the hunt for useful information. He had joined the diplomats as a way to get information for Gates initially, he never thought the work would be enjoyable or that he would excel at it. Even though he rose quickly through the ranks, he hadn't expected to have as much freedom as he had, a whole years worth, without a word from the Killdare. Either the king had a lot of faith in him, or he had avoided him on purpose.

Whatever it was, the blood bay stallion knew they couldn't avoid each other forever. He had an update to give on Valley and he figured it was a good idea to touch base with the king, if only for a yearly brief. It was with that knowledge that nymphetamine moved through the wood, listening for the sizzle of magma burning the bark of the trees, and sift through the pine notes of the forest to find the charred carbon notes that identified Killdare. The autumn air had already developed a chill which irked the necromancer- he was 100% desert racer and had thin skin covering his lanky bones-- autumn meant winter and winter meant cold. Nymhpetamine hated cold. He tried hard to ignore that fact as he worked on finding the large bay king. Maybe it was fate, or maybe there was unspoken magic that made the king easier to find when it pleased his majesty, but the conjurer found the scent where he usually had no inkling of his presence anywhere with Chamber.

The journey to where Killdare was was short enough, the evergreen trees hid the change of season, but all the other brush had browned and yellowed from the sun's radiation. Even the pine trees shed some of their needs that crunched under hoof while he approached. While he knew Killdare would hear him, and smell him he allowed himself to become invisible, to enjoy a little hide and seek with his ol pal. A few more strides and his target was in view, "Hey hot pants, been a while." His retort rolled off his tongue with a chuckle, before moving quickly left further into the small clearing to avoid any magma Killdare might spit his way. In a wave that rippled the air around him, he appeared in front of Killdare, smirk still planted on his dark tipped maw. "Is it just me, or did you make finding you easy this time?"

Nymphetamine

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

ooc: nymph words have been weird recently.