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03-28-2014, 12:49 AM
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ULRIK
"I hate the cold." Ulrik should not be allowed to answer the front door. Unfortunately, his current work station more or less demanded that he be right at the narrow entrance between two mountains that lead straight into the heart of the Aurora Basin. As he worked on the first of the two sentinels which would guard the entrance to their land, he hummed thoughtfully, using what metal he had to build further upon the first, rigid frame. The machine would be his first project of such a grand scale, and as such, he was taking his time and being incredibly careful, double and triple checking his calculations for errors. A machine this large with a malfunction could prove fatal, and he would not be responsible for such a poor design. Ulrik's eyes narrowed, however, as he turned, pulled from his thoughts as a stranger walked up to their gates again. Why did everyone only come and bother them in the north? When was the last time he, Deimos, Illynx and others went traipsing south to the Dragon's Throat for tea time and a visit? Never. If they came up on your gates, they would be tearing them down with the intent of eradicating all inside. None of this... visiting... nonsense. The Engineer scowled, ears tilted back as she said that she was from another herd. At least she was a unicorn, otherwise his thin civility would be almost non-existent. Ulrik could not give less of a shit that the Earth God sent her or that she was from the Hidden Falls, whatever that was. Also, why was she looking for him as a crafter? The black, beastly stallion towered over her, bronze eyes absolutely mad and glinting with wickedness. He remained silent for long after she had finished speaking, observing her silver and purple form. "I am a crafter," he said finally, guttural tones uninviting and dark. "What do you want?" He was not going to beat around the bush. Either she would be straightforward and they would get this over with, or he would chase her out with his white, hard teeth snapping at her hocks. He didn't mind either option. |
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