Vinthus could tell neither of the two were particularly thrilled by the idea of sharing a mount with him, which didn't surprise him in the slightest. Not that they would have to anyway, "You don't have to draw straws as to who rides with me. It would be futile anyway, no regular steed would have me: I have my own mount."
He held out his staff to the side and loosened his grip to let it slide down and strike the ground, at which point the black onyx eyes set in the skull atop the staff began to give out a faint purple hue and a shrill ringing noise issued seemingly from the air itself. As abruptly as the noise had begun it ceased and Vinthus stood silently, staring at his feet. After only a few seconds the sound of distant hooves approached from the North-West, accompanied by a bluish glow which grew as the sound of hooves became louder.
At length, an equine outline became visible and it came to a halt in front of the necromancer. It was difficult to determine whether the horse, if it could be called such, was actually completely corporeal: the blue light emanated from the creature's flesh. The 'flesh' itself, being a smoky white colour, seemed translucent. Its mane didn't quite sit on its neck so much as shimmer above it and its head was much too angular and defined to be natural, though it wasn't quite a skull. The creature's eyes could only be described as gaping black holes.
Vinthus lifted his head and placed a hand on the creature's back. "This is Soulskinner. Despite appearances, he's extremely friendly."