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06-27-2014, 01:23 PM
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ULRIK the ENGINEER
Kirchoff had taken to avoiding Ulrik as of late, irritated with his distance and lack of interest in making his metal creations. That golden mare had almost seemed to take something out of the Engineer when she slept with him, and that irritated the hellhound. Even though he thought Ulrik was a stupid cow, he knew that the stallion was brilliant in his own way, a truly gifted creature. Only gods had the ability to create so completely - the gods and Ulrik with his metal machines. The sounds of a meeting going on reached his ears, and he sighed, knowing that he had better go get Ulrik from wherever he was. Ulrik wouldn't hear. The hellhound picked up his slender figure from the snow and trotted through grass to find the Engineer. Ulrik was found working on the second sentinel at the entrance to Helovia, lost in his work, oblivious to all else but the sound of his own head and the crackling of fusing metal. "Ulrik, your leaders call," he grunted, puffing out a frustrated breath. The stallion, confused, looked over at Kirchoff with furrowed brows. When he was working, the beast's eyes were a frighteningly magnetic shade of bronze. Glancing at the bare beginnings of a frame, he grunted, nodding. "Thank you," the Engineer muttered in his head, putting down a piece of metal he held in his jaws and walking toward the center of the land. He picked up a short jog, but he would be late anyway - he didn't much care. Once at the meeting, he caught the tail end of Illynx saying that they were going to throw a big party and that he was needed for decorations. He had no words as he stared blankly in her direction, not paying a single bit of attention to anyone else present. "Wow. From knitter to party decorator. You must be so proud." Kirchoff was snickering his his head, taking a moment to roll on the ground near Ulrik's hooves, a wide grin over his toothy, dark face. Ulrik grunted in his head and lifted a single hoof in warning. Kirchoff now knew that Ulrik would never do anything to hurt him, but the warning was enough for him to knock if off for a little while. The anger and indignation he was feeling through the bond was strong. Ulrik wanted to say "make your own bloody decorations", but he held his tongue. What had this herd come to? Had he made a mistake pushing Psyche out? Certainly she would not have resorted to party decorations. |
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