Nymphetamine
Spring was always a welcome time for the blood bay. He was no fan of the cold weather that accompanied winter and surely that was common knowledge among those who knew him. Much had changed from the the winter months that had melted away recently. He had fallen back into the darkness, not caring to stay a part of kingdom life. It wasn’t something he was happy to have to do… but No matter how he tried Tephra wasn't home, even if it was the closest thing he had to one.
Hewas making his way out of Tephra, receding back to the outskirts of Beqanna. To have a purpose, something to work towards was not in the cards for him any longer. It was something he used to not be at peace with, but was slowly accepting. The blood bay still looked the same, not a day older that 7, the prime age his immortality kicked in. That was more than fine for him, he quite enjoyed his forever prime..took it for granted even. This new spring just brought a sleek clean coat and the loss of the fluffy exterior he held just a few weeks before. He couldn’t complain.
The forest was relatively quiet, though that tended to be the normal for the overcasted spanse of land. There was obviously plenty of noise, but not from the likes of him… most horses who were here wanted to stay hidden, wanted to stay unnoticed. But that was neither here nor there, he wasn’t looking to find out the secrets of others, he didn’t want to know what secrets they held nor who was in the shadows. The activities of those who plotted and schemed meant nothing to him. He walked along for some time before a familiar scent hit him, it never took him long to realize who was near. Reagan. He met her once in the field, she had this grand image of family, and at the time he didn't buy it. He had decided to return to Tephra with Magnus. While he only met her one time, years of being a diplomat had honed his ability to remember faces, and scents. It was useful to know who was around when your job was intelligence gathering. Either way, he found that his interest was peeked and he pondered why a once queen hid in the shadows.
The necromancer followed any sign of the Grulla mare with bright green eyes until he finally cought sight over her. He stayed behind a ways as behind as to not intrude on a private matter. After a moment, He pushed his tall lanky frame through the brush and found himself peering into a nice clearing.Reagan, right? I never forget a face. His voice was deep but jovial,hiding the emptiness deep in his heart. He closed the distance between them, trying to ignore the thought of how different this meeting could be if he had decided to follow her instead of Magnus that day in the field.
Like a thorn to the Holy Ones
Ooc: this is in the spring before nymph met up with violence.