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[OPEN] One moon closer to restoration

Ulrik the Engineer Posts: 235
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 11 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kirchoff :: Common Hellhound :: Superspeed Tamme
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Ulrik was frustrated with his magical impotence. The stallion stood, a few different gathered piece of metal scattered around his hooves. In the past, all he would have to do is open the blueprint within his mind and inhale. The pieces of metal would warp and assimilate so beautifully, wires would encase themselves in insulators and before him would be a magnificent creation, and automaton, a robot, a perfectly self-sustaining machine (well, until it rusted or required some maintenance).

But as he imagined his blue print and stared at the scraps of metal, nothing happened. He felt empty, as if his entire life had lost its purpose. Ulrik was rarely depressed, as he was normally in a state of psychotic happiness, but this blow to his entire persona hit him hard, straight in the chest. The stallion's spirits were dampened, and he watched longingly at the pieces of metal for so long that large drifts of snow had gathered along his back that he had not even felt.

Who was he if not a re-creator of nature? If not her most faithful and loyal student? Her favored and inventive engineer? He was nothing but another stallion in a sea of stallions, no better than anyone else and just as ordinary with a dash if insanity.

He finally blinked his bronze eyes, trying to find inspiration in the light of the moon and seeing none. The entire world had turned into just a landscape, a flat, museless scenery, the back drop to his mundane life. Mountains did not contain wire skeletons and the ocean did not wave in the Fibonacci sequence that he had so often tried to recreate in the programming of his metal machines. At least his metal wolf was still running, and that brought him a little bit of hope.

The hell hound pup curled up on his leonine tail which dragged the ground by quite a bit and pooled at his fetlocks. Kirchoff was sleeping, and his metal wolf was on standby. Ulrik was nothing, covered in snow and on the edge of tumbling down the slope into a dark, pervading depression.


@[Illynx]



BRINGING YOU ANOTHER DISTURBING CREATION
from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference

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Messages In This Thread
One moon closer to restoration - by Ulrik - 07-31-2013, 11:22 AM
RE: One moon closer to restoration - by Illynx - 08-01-2013, 12:56 PM
RE: One moon closer to restoration - by Ulrik - 09-01-2013, 12:56 AM
RE: One moon closer to restoration - by Illynx - 09-06-2013, 02:12 PM
RE: One moon closer to restoration - by Ulrik - 10-07-2013, 06:43 PM
RE: One moon closer to restoration - by Illynx - 10-15-2013, 10:20 AM
RE: One moon closer to restoration - by Ulrik - 11-27-2013, 04:28 PM

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