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[OPEN] Wayfaring Merchants

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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Strangers at his doorstep. The large, metal sentinel careening above the gathering he had been avoiding from a distance. There, stuck in the birdsong grasses, he had watched with curiosity, wondering why the band of mutts wanted anything to do at their borders. He was sure that this had something to do with Illynx traipsing around, making amends with all the other herds. Or that creepy white bitch of Torleik's who floated around like some goddamn bloody ghost with her abomination of a dragon hovering around.

He would never understand how his burly cousin had gotten ensnared by that mind-witch, but he dared not speak against her. He had no interest in getting his ass kicked by Torleik - not when he had more important things to do. What called him over, however, was the mention of metal. Two, dirt-clotted ears tipped forward, and he strode forward on bronze, cloven hooves, form thin and yet defined.

A massive lion's tail twisted around his haunches, snaking on its own accord while Kirchoff, curious, bounded swiftly to his side. The silver-eyed hellhound looked up at the group, inhaling their scent and finding that they smelled more more organic than the sterile smells of this snow-bound fortress. Then, his eyes locked onto the tiny, white creature, curious. "So little..." he murmured through their bond.

Ulrik raised a brow as he stood back, content to let Rhiannon do whatever speaking was necessary. The bronze's eyes glanced at the small kit, one side of his lips curling only slightly - the expression was easily missed. "You were that small once." He rumbled in return, sending positive emotion from his reluctant friend. Kirchoff believed him to be a dumbass barbarian, and perhaps he was not wrong, but Ulrik did care for him deeply.

Deimos asked what they needed crafted, and his gaze swept at the group. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Scarves... some nice scarves perhaps?" he asked, dark amusement dancing in his bronze orbs. He stared at the golden girl.


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Messages In This Thread
Wayfaring Merchants - by Sacre - 01-02-2015, 04:28 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Tandavi - 01-03-2015, 01:55 AM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Deimos - 01-03-2015, 08:56 AM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Sacre - 01-12-2015, 04:11 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Tandavi - 01-14-2015, 11:37 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Rhiannon - 01-15-2015, 10:44 AM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Deimos - 01-17-2015, 03:22 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Voodoo - 01-23-2015, 01:13 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Ulrik - 01-25-2015, 03:33 AM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Sacre - 01-28-2015, 07:59 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Tandavi - 01-31-2015, 06:46 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Deimos - 02-01-2015, 03:37 PM
RE: Wayfaring Merchants - by Ulrik - 02-08-2015, 11:22 PM

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