Now, it is Siberian who tilts his head in confusion, upon hearing the necromancer's words. He had assumed for years that everyone in the Chamber had known of what Zayn had done to him; had even resented them for a long time due to the belief that they knew and approved. Apparently, the cremello had kept his plans completely to himself. Thinking this over, the Budyonny can only assume that the other Chamberlings had believed their relationship to be mentor-student, or even an odd sort of adoption. Very well. The black horse takes a deep breath, gathering his tormented thoughts before he begins laying it all down before his friend. Were they humans, he'd have advised that they both sit down, but he swiftly discards this idea due both to lack of equine-sized chairs and the snow that lay so coldly upon the ground around them. "I did not come to the Chamber as a recruit, or even as an adopted child. Zayn came across me in the Playground as a weanling. He must have seen me shift into my bear-form in the stream there, and decided to put my talents to his own use. " His eyes drift back up from the snow to meet Nymph's gaze.
"He kidnapped me from there, naive child that I was, by telling me that Straia was a shifter herself, and would like to meet another of our kind. Once he had me here in his home, he set to work training me. He would bring me progressively larger animals to fight and kill, in order to make me into a weapon that he could unleash. I...I was so fearful of those ravens, you see. He told me that if I ever tried to escape, they were watching and would report it, that I would be caught and would receive harsh punishment. And I believed him. I knew no one else here, was kept isolated. What Zayn told me, was my truth. You may have seen something of it that day of the war. He came to collect me at the tree, ordered me away with him to fight in the main battle. And I followed, like the good servant that I was. He praised me after the war, you know. It was the first, and turned out to be the last, time that he ever did so. And, Gods help me, it was the greatest reward I'd ever received, just to be told by him that I had done well. Now that he is gone, I can't help but feel adrift. Is the Chamber itself my master now, should I think of it that way? Or should I try and think of *myself* as a master? " His dark eyes bore into Nymph's now, the expression in them one of a kind of desperation.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna