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05-07-2014, 11:20 AM
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Ulrik the Engineer
The magical night-lights of the Frostbreath Steppe did not affect the Engineer. He was absently grateful for the light as he worked, but other than that, no emotion reached his guarded, tightly locked interior (if such a thing even existed). A burlap back was wrapped loosely around his thick, black neck, and inside, he had chunks of metal that he had gathered from the nearby mountains. The two, onyx horns on his brow had helped him scrape the blood of the earth from its very silver veins. Now, he had to return and continue his work. Ever since he had destroyed the metal wolf, he had been desiring a new machine at his side. The Basin could forgive his selfishness this time. Kirchoff, the hellhound, grumbled in his wake, blinking his silver eyes from the cold. "Going back. Too cold." The beast rumbled in his head, giving Ulrik an irritated look before picking up a wolf-like trot - his ground-covering gait. The engineer smirked in amusement. He and Kirchoff had come to an understanding of sorts. Neither of them were getting rid of the bond they shared, and both of them cared about the other. Now, they bickered at each other like an old married couple, but Kirchoff was by far the most vocal. Ulrik settled into a brisk trot after him, large, muscular form churning through the dusting of snow. He saw, in the distance, something... Hope, perhaps, would be dashed as the Engineer adjusted his course, heading toward the ruby figure in the distance. Kirchoff, alerted to this alteration, lifted his head and bounded forward, spying a winged creature. "Pegasus. Red colored. Female." The hellhound said in his mind, and Ulrik narrowed his bronze gaze. What was a pegasus doing out here, so far, in the cover of night? Like a creature from hell, the black, bearded beast approached, large, cloven hooves coming to a stop just far enough away. He was in every way, a classical, pureblooded unicorn, but the fairytale had turned into a nightmare. A brutal, bronze marking ran up his left shoulder, and the long, leonine tail he flashed around his hocks was snake-like. Two, sharp horns of ebony protruded from his masculine brow. Ulrik was a monster from the north, covered in thick hair, and his light, wickedly intelligent eyes shone from beneath dark lashes. "What are you doing here?" he ground out, his voice raspy and deep like a tumbling boulder. Kirchoff stood at his shoulder, standing proudly but without menace. |
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