Heave anchors and set sail

Heave anchors and set sail

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

08-20-2013, 08:46 PM

Not often did Ulrik ever visit the forests from which he had come through long ago, but now seemed a good a time as any. The great machine that is mother nature had failed him, cast him aside. He could no longer create and recreate from her flawless angles and perfect trajectories. Impotence in the magical area had struck him down, squeezing him tightly into stagnation, and his mind did not function well with stagnation. The blue prints in his brain rattled at him in irritation, flailing away any other rational thought he might possess.

He could feel judgement coming from the bond between he and Kirchoff. The black stallion cast a snarky glance down at the 2 month old pup who toddled in a pathetically small black puff in his massive wake. "Runt," he grunted. Though intolerant, brutish and even cruel sometimes, there was a soft spot in the stallion's black heart for the pup, and children. He liked children. They were the future minds and deserved to be brought up well.

Rustling in the distant caught the engineer's attention, so the muscular, tall steed moved into the area, tilting his head to the side in a mad was as he spied his general, Deimos, and a stranger standing at the borders of this god forsaken, bare-headed infested land. A grinned crossed Ulrik's lips that was far from sane as he looked upon the two horns that graced this brother's brow. What a fine catch... a fine catch indeed. Good job, Deimos, for discovering this handsome devil.

After glancing at Deimos, Ulrik inclined his head in an off-kilter, proper greeting. "Oh yes, yes..." he said, his deep baritone more of a gravely disaster with a thick, brutal accent. "Do you have any plans, any intentions, any... ideas?" The stallion asked, bronze eyes peering into the blue orbs of this stranger, leaned forward almost uncomfortably close in his space. "My name is Ulrik." He said finally.

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

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