Like a thorn to the holy ones [Magnus]

[Nymphetamine]

Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones

The blood bay had been eager to return to Tephra, his sense of purpose restored after some time spent among the new leadership of Beqanna. Those from before, those he knew and were familiar with, had stepped back for whatever reason.  Tephra was still relatively unaligned and he felt the need to strengthen her allies, before something happened. He knew that the peace would not last forever. Long legs, lanky even some would say, carried him from the forest where he had been conversing with his daughter towards the sulfuric lands that he now truly inhabited. Part of him wondered if he were crazy for staying, Magnus would not be an easy one to gain the trust of. Such a past as theirs was not easily forgotten, but he had to start that work, it wouldn’t just happen on its own.


Nymphetamine worked his way towards the sleepy territory. Sleepy in the sense that it was a peaceful time for the whole of Beqanna. A time that while nice, never lasted as power and glory were always working underfoot. Even for the bister stallion, recognition drove him, the accomplishment of completing a job or mission, was a strong draw for him. Not so much power-- but he would admit the draw of glory, was within him. Not to the point he wished to userp Magnus, or any other ruler. But if the day came that the reins of a kingdom were handed to him, he wouldn’t bulk from it. The accomplishment of it was alluring. Nymph knew that if those feelings lingered deep within him, there were surficial within others. Tephra should not be complacent within this time of peace. It was time to build allies, for it was allies of old that brought Tephra into being. 


The sting of sulfur struck his nares as he entered the volcanic lands. He didn’t stop at the boundary, for he didn’t need to, he had never really been a visitor, never really belonged anywhere else, the bay was simply like a traveler, once long lost, returning home once again. He  looked for a time for Magnus, hoping to stumble upon him, as to not have to call out to him. Not that he minded, but preferred to not be demanding of the buckskin. However his search had turned up nothing. So with little else left to do Nymph called out to his first and most recent recruiter. ”Oh, Magnus, dear buddy, won’t you come out of hiding? We have much to discuss, no?” Wouldn’t be nymphetamine without a flare of snark, just out of jest of course.  He hoped the king-- is that what the title was now?--would see fit to drive alliances forward, and start building a strong web for any enemy to get ensnared within. 

NYMPHETAMINE

Magnus' Personal Thorn, Once Governor of Chamber

ooc: short and choppy, wrote it real quick before leaving from work. just wanted to get it posted before I decided writing was too much work