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10-01-2014, 11:28 AM
The behemoth engineer frowned, dark lips turning as he lifted his bearded skull from where he was working. Two, massive sentinel machines stood guard at the bow of the Basin, and he was responsible for making sure that they maintained their glorious sheen and incredibly purpose. In symmetry, two mares approached, neither of them looking particularly in their right minds. He truly had no place to judge, but at least he had the sense to not sing to himself while working and let his tongue run free.
Ulrik strode from behind one of the machines, his bronze eyes glinting with an indefinable, intelligent sheen. He listened to the white one explain that this giggling pile of bones was new blood, and he snorted once, a short, white puff from his nostrils. The stallion looked over the new one with a calculating stare, thinking that she looked somewhat like a panda.
"Why do you speak nothing?" he asked, knowing he was not the best to be answering the doorbell what with his fantastically pleasant demeanor. Why the fuck was she giggling? He glanced at the white one again, recalling that he hadn't seen her before. Then again, he ignored most. "Did you give her laughing weed?" he asked, the question sincere.
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