Gemstone Ridge

Necromancy ignored that of Zander for a change and her eyes flicked to the little girl, something intrigued that of Necromancy, something about that girl. Perhaps it was the girl’s adult like behaviors towards Zander, perhaps it was something else who knows? A small smirk played upon Necromancy’s lips as she watched the girl’s act. A snort was expelled and she moved closer to Wilson, her maw outstretched for mere scent gathering at first. It was of no surprise that the girl also had a unique smell to her, Necromancy moved to gently bump the girl with her maw in curious to the reaction she would get.

Withdrawing her maw from the child she looked at Zander for a moment, he was a troubled man with baffled Necromancy but that is not why we are here. We are here because of Wilson. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she withdrew herself from the child entirely, her blood had ceased its boiling and Necromancy was calm and relaxed now. Her gaze was on Wilson with interest as her own mind tried to figure out the unique child. So instead of thinking she spoke softly to the dear Wilson.

A pleasure Wilson, no need for the act my dear… we are all equals here. Isn’t that right Zander?

Her gaze switched to the dazed stallion, her eyes fixed upon him in pure interest for a moment than that interest faded as, to no surprise, the man seemed to dismiss it. She looked at Wilson quietly for a moment, thinking again but this time of her troubled Coltassala and the harsh words laid upon his innocent ears. Mistakes are made, mistakes that can’t be fixed and her gaze softened upon the dear Wilson but then she doubted that this child was a mistake. A smirk played upon her lips again but this time she moved towards Zander, her maw brushing against his coat lightly before withdrawing. Necromancy was thinking, mischievous thoughts but thinking none the less.

Necromancy stopped in her motions, her body near that of Zander’s but no longer was she touching him. Her mind turned over once like an engine trying to crank over and Necromancy moved again, her body briefly brushed that of Zander’s before she circled him and brought herself along side that of Wilson. Her head lowered slightly and she met the girl in the eye. That smirk of hers was gone; her voice was soft and low as she spoke swiftly.

Wilson, dear, you may take what you want from me…. I am here to serve you on Zander’s behalf

It was said, done and over with. She wasn’t doing it for Zander but more for that little voice in the back of her mind that nagged her to death. Her head lifted and she moved away from the pair, awaiting some response from either one. Necromancy was no fool, her name was not of her doing and she may not be able to conjure up the dead spirits but seriously, unless you’re of Carnage blood most can’t. Necromancy relaxed her body and looked thoughtfully down at Wilson before glancing at Zander, half expecting a reaction half expecting nothing at all.

Necromancy
Andalusian
Black
Female
Years

Lives with Zander
In Gemstone Ridge
Mother of Coltassala (x Drostan)

Puppetmaster: Red Horizon