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11-24-2014, 04:25 PM
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Ulrik the Engineer
Ulrik showed up late, as always. And he was immediately overwhelmed. He stared at his cousin, Torleik, standing next to a white mare, who he had to admit was very pretty. But, on her back was a silver abomination proving her mudblood heritage. Still, the horn on her head was proof that she was at least a halfling. Why? He was unsure of his stance in the impurity of her blood when visually she was so striking, built like a war maiden and with cleft hooves so much like his own. The fact that she looked so much like them but was obviously not made him grumpy, and when Deimos spoke, he realized who she was. He had been to enough herd meetings to keep up on the important things. She had been the one to help provide soldiers for their two failed wars against the Edge and the Throat - she and the prickly, fat black one he had sparred only shortly before this day. The Engineer scowled, but his scowl deepened when he caught sight of a hybrid with wings. What was this land coming to that a dragon atrocity and a feathered fowl were both allowed to wander in these great mountains? Overwhelmed, he glared at the God of Time, mirroring Deimos' sentiments again. Where was Illynx? Where was his son. Though he was loathe to admit it, he missed his boy, and he had searched for the lad and come up empty. "You are placing this girl who made agreements to battle with our herd and did not show up to the fight in the position of Illynx?" he questioned rather firmly, glancing at his cousin. Torleik couldn't know the history behind this woman. The Foothills leader had to answer for her actions. While he was sure that she was capable, given that she had invaded and won her own homeland, he was not ready to accept her as their lead. Granted, Psyche and fallen immediately, d'Artagnan didn't seem to try and he had left, disappointed. "Where is my son?" The stallion shook, overwhelmed with the depth of emotion he was unused to feeling. Everything was happening too quickly for the Engineer to process, and it showed in the wild hue of his bronze eyes. Politics was always his undoing. |
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