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When you wake up a different person - Ulrik - 07-14-2015 If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice then I would sing [[Ulrik has no idea what is going on and he is DREAMING! When he wakes up, this will be a DREAM but it WILL affect him/actions/personality in the future. It will be like one of those really, really real dreams that you think is real but can't really remember it. if this is cool with you, please join!! looking for character development]] Black. Shadows. Darkness. He knew them well. Every dark whisper greeted him like an old friend, a cool temperature rising up from the humid ground for his embrace. A smile, genuine and rare, upturned his velvet lips, and he gladly stepped forward, down into the cavernous deep. Cloven hooves carried him easily over slick and rocky shale, his destination previewed by a dim roar. A waterfall ahead called him, the sheets of rain tumbling from deep within the earth, a purity he had never known. The room was vast, ancient, and he was humbled by its awe. Carefully, the beast stepped beneath the flow, watching with sick pleasure as the grime and oil from his tarnished, knotted coat tainted the waters below – like everything he touched. Everything pure and good in this world was soon destroyed. Was Torleik’s little bitch not a perfect example? White coat drenched in father’s wrath? Why should he preserve anything too naïve and pathetic to survive on its own? A muscular shoulder drew up his foreleg, and he smashed it down on the glassy surface, shattering the image and sighing. Ulrik turned his gaze upward, letting the droplets slide over his figure, cleansing in its own way. Is any of this real? Kirchoff was a distant howl in his mind, no longer nagging but quiet. Rare. Strange. That should have been his first indication that this was off – that something here was not exactly right. Very few circumstances had ever silenced the hellhound’s ever-present and cutting judgment. But, this place was so magnetic, and he leapt from the water, sending a spray of crystals around his thick, masculine form. His beard dripped and chest hair was smothered against his musculature, long, lion’s tail showing more of the bone as the long, fibrous hairs swung heavily beneath the weight of water. Bright, bronze eyes searched the space, the little, green flecks like emeralds waiting to be mined, honed from the madness. He wanted a sign –something divine, perhaps. Ulrik wanted to feel that there was something real down inside, but his heart was made of iron and fused with circuitry. Cruel words echoed in his head. He was nothing but a machine – a tool. Just like his creations. And, like any good creature, he found more comfort in his machines than with others, but Essetia, damn her, and inspired in him this spark of connection. Somehow, he wanted more. He wanted different. He wanted something that mattered. Something to feel. Fuck it, he wanted to feel. [[yeah, sexy ulrik is in water. enjoy]] RE: When you wake up a different person - Essetia - 07-15-2015
RE: When you wake up a different person - Ulrik - 07-18-2015 If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice then I would sing
The sound of a sigh pulled him from the darkness of his own imagination, and he jerked his masculine jaw toward the sound, bronze eyes narrowing. Whoever deigned to disturb this moment and his thoughts would face his wrath, and the stern lines on his face did nothing to hide his anger. That was until he saw who was striding toward him, all feminine curves on a warrior’s frame. When he decided to venture underground, the last one he thought to find here would be a judgmental creature from above. What was she doing down below? So deep in the shadows where she did not belong? Ulrik stilled beneath the water, letting the rivulets snake down the harsh planes of his features, and he dared her with the intensity of his stare to come closer. And come closer, she did. The red hue of her coat was dampened in the black of the cave, and her woefully solid hooves slid through the glassy surface of the pool, tainting herself in the sins of this night. He did not meet her halfway. No, he waited for her to make her move, listening to her perfect voice fill the void in a way that was not obnoxious. A single, dark brow rose, and he cocked his head slightly to the side, as if that would help him contemplate the answer to her query. The pale orbs in her shapely skull seemed to glow in the dark, an unnerving feature that excited more than frightened the engineer. He wanted to know how they were the way they were, but he would lament the tragedy of ripping them out just for a study. No, they belonged where they were – staring at him. Black, velvet lips curled up on one side in a languid smirk. “Is darkness not where I belong?” he asked, referring to their earlier conversation where she seemed convinced that he was a devil, some kidnapping and violent fiend. She had not been wrong, not exactly. But, for some godforsaken reason, he actually cared about her opinion. The tone of his voice was a deep rumble, vibrating the very waters below. What would she do, he wondered? A soft, black muzzle reached his direction, but she seemed to be caught up in some moral dilemma that prevented her from action. Then, she drew away. Fortunately, Ulrik was not mired in the same argument, and he took a swift step forward, beginning where she ended. The engineer curved his neck over her back and tried to get close, to feel the warmth of her skin against his clean, marked hide. Even her scent was thick from here, clouding his mind like fogs of addiction. Somewhere he knew this could not be reality, but why could it not be real? He closed his eyes, letting thick lashes fall to his cheeks, focusing on the sound of the waterfall striking along his back. Then, he cracked open an eye to look her way, smirk reappearing. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He couldn’t honestly know if he was feeling anything other than amusement, but… he was trying. That counted for something, right? Maybe his attempts would settle into reality… Ulrik gazed into her eyes, waiting for the emotion to ‘happen’. He didn’t know if it would. He probably wouldn’t even know what it felt like if it did. @[Essetia] |