Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones
He had forgotten the feeling. The lingering pulse within the depth of his soul that had been ripped from him so many years before. The pulse so deeply rooted within him that the moment it had vanished had sent him into a frenzy. He had known so much of the dead, so much of the calling of bones that lay scattered across the lands as the vibrated within him. He had forgotten the intimate dance of their call and his awareness. The day Beqanna had taken it away he had mourned the loss and it had taken him far too long to accept that it would not return. That was until it did. There was no other sign of change, not really it just settled over him, settled into him.
It was disquieting at first, the feel of it, but some things return naturally and for the once-made-again necromancer it was like coming home again. And with that feeling he knew where he must take it, the blood bay knew for whom he must use it. Offspring. His red eyed ruler had been ever so increasingly troubled. Drenched in sweat, scorching the earth, and mood swings made him unpredictable and sometimes difficult to work with. But Nymphetamine didn’t know the whole story, so he didn’t judge he just quietly fretted. But now he could help, now he could do something about it without having to have all of the insider knowledge. He didn’t have to be a counsel for the black draft cross, as last they spoke in depth Offspring made it clear they were not at that level. It had bothered the bay for some time, but he had put it aside, He couldn’t expect Offspring to be able to reach out when he didn’t think the towering draft could really reach himself.
Nymphetamine moved through the fall, yet still unchanged, the land scape of Tephra’s rough foliage. Seasons in Tephra were all the same, hot and humid, fall had become just a time holder a reference to things old and done. He lean muscle moved him ever closer to the volcano, ever closer to the place where Offspring huddled against the volcano. Nymph didn’t know how the dark stallion could find such comfort in it but somehow he did. The bubbling red tar soothed his leader like a pacifier to a crying baby, and from that fire, Nymph hoped to calm his soul. His hooved climbed the mountainous side of the molten pit, up into the smokey sky until he dared not go further. The sulfur was strong and the lava rivers growing too large to maneuver in the dense smoke. He may be invincible but he didn’t wish that kind of recovery on himself. Once he stilled his voice called for Offspring, ” Come Offspring, it is time we have some fun.”
The blood bay didn’t wait for Offspring to arrive before he reached out to the death around them. Allowing the strings to form from bone to mind, he pulled the corpses forward, of bear, and elk, and even of a horse. There were five in total, slowly sauntering up the mount, slowly gathering behind him, in a V formation. It would be an impressive sight, maybe even more dominating than he originally intended, but it would fit his end purpose. Nymph stood in the middle of the V a smirk upon his lips, and his hind leg cocked in relaxation the spitting image of brash. Nymph, while not overly secretive of his abilities, in the ‘before’ days, he had never explicitly shown Offspring his abilities. The volcanic ruler may not have known though they had battled in some proximity to each other during the dessert raid and therefore he might have seen. Either way, he would have to gauge his reaction. ”It has been too long since either of us has blown off some much-needed steam, my friend. So I asked some targets to come along…. They won’t do anything that I don’t want them to. It's a fun little ability I thought I wouldn’t have again after the Reckoning.”
His stood up straight then and walked forward away from the pointed crest of the formation, to stand beside Offspring, and to face his lifeless minions. His face had also grown more serious. ” It’s time you let it out… that fire in your soul and you don’t even have to tell me a word.” Nymph took a step back then and to the side, opening up space for his friend to let loose, though if he actually did or not was up to him. The draft cross didn't have to tell him there was something wrong, Nymph was sure of it denial or no. and this was the best he could do to help since the leader wasn't keen on talking it out.
NYMPHETAMINE