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11-03-2015, 12:56 PM
Ulrik the engineer
Lets be honest. The Thistle Meadow had the best grass. Ulrik's head was stuffed down into the green, eating hungrily. He didn't realize that swimming had involved so much effort, and after the drama of the Riptide Isles, he preferred drowning in grass over water. The flowers were his favorite. They were sweet. He chewed slowly, lifting his neck now and then to scan the horizon for strangers while Kirchoff rolled happily in the dirt, big black tongue lolling to the side as he scratched his back. Ulrik rolled his eyes. "You look like an idiot," he commented mentally. "Shut up." The hot sun beat down as his back, and he languidly let his tail sway behind him. He was relatively clean after his swim in the beach, long, black hair tumbling over his neck and beard getting ever more pronounced. Fluff from his neck down to his chest was beginning to curl from the heat, and somehow, he didn't seem to fade. He was just as shiny black now as he was in the winter time only now, his hair was short and sleek, showing off the lean musculature beneath. Ulrik was tall and large, but his body was more refined than that of his thicker cousin. He was a lanky boxer in boots too big, taller than his brethren with a devil's smile. Time away from the Basin had done him good, and he did not regret his decision at all. As much as he missed Rikyn, the boy was old enough to make his own decisions. That was where he had grown up, after all. There would be some level of nostalgia. He wondered absently if his machines had broken down yet? They should be getting there soon, at the very least. Ulrik smiled a bit and shook his head, wandering a little toward the clear stream, amusing himself with his own thoughts. |
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