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12-21-2013, 05:31 PM
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Ulrik the Engineer
Ulrik was aware of the painted mare's eyes on him, and he lifted his mad gaze slowly, staring at her with none of the social restraint usually present in... well... any other polite creature. He tilted an ear toward Illynx, who also seemed interested, but his eyes never left Kahlua's. The black beast blinked a few times and smirked at her question. "The red eyes sense movement and your image," he explained, the deep rumble of his voice hypnotic and dark. "It will follow only you, but I would suggest carrying it for the most part since its length of stride is much shorter than your own." The insolent chestnut pinto with his bitch spoke next, and the Engineer's gaze snapped over. His expression darkened. "You speak those words from the same lips you cursed us with when you and your dragon-b... mare cast us out from the forests of the moon," he growled menacingly. "We are creatures of old blood and longer memories. We will not easily forget," he warned. The stallion then turned to the other one with the foul, green dragon, and he raised a single brow. "Yes, it is an autonomous, articulating creature with the ability to move unseen by most through terrain we are too large to reach," he grunted, as if the answer was simple. "Use it in a way that you consider to be most useful to you. It is your gift." At least it moves... Asshole. What does your rock do? The stallion's glance was sour as he stared at Illynx, and his temper was obviously running very short. He nodded to the pegasus and then backed himself from the fray, staring once more at Kahlua. "You can return when it needs maintenance." He looked upon the faces of the others. "Only. You." Ulrik then shifted away, walking back into the snowy hills of the Basin, leonine tail twitching behind him as Kirchoff and the metal machine whirred in his wake. |
