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The thought of seeing so many young, impressionable faces at the meeting touched Ulrik. Though mad and cruel, he had been raised as a part of a closely knit, tribe of unicorns. Caring for young was often a duty that was shared among all of the members, and as such, he had a bit of a soft spot for the tiny, delicate creatures.
A blueprint had formed in his mind as he had been watching Sno and the barely controlled Monster, and he now began to work on the new creation. It would be perfect, especially for a small child who was just beginning to press the boundaries of her home.
With a deep hum, he closed his bronze eyes and bowed his head, the long fur of his beard catching the breeze. The hum grew louder and resonated in his chest deeply, reverberating off the trees. As the note moved throughout the small area, the markings on his shoulder began to glow. It snaked from his shoulder, leaving it bare, and moved to the metal that lay on the ground.
Yes, that's it. He imagined the creation perfectly and the bronze light began to slither around the metal, shaping it for its purpose. All of the wires began to spiral out and connect and finally, a large, metal, cascading shell began to take shape.
Metal jaws glowed bronze, and finally, his markings made their way back up his body. In the place of the scrap metal stood a wolf, mechanical like his, but smaller. Ulrik leaned down and brushed his lips on a small switch near the top, and it whirred to life, eyes brightly glowing white. Perfect.
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