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12-16-2015, 12:23 PM
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ULRIK the ENGINEER
Unfashionably late as per the usual, the marked engineer moved into the fray, lingering on the edges near his cousin and the white mare, Arah- whom he found to be particularly attractive (for a mare). Kirchoff stood loyally at his side with silver eyes narrowed, catching onto the conversation through Ulrik's mind and applying subtle judgment to the mass agreement on issues which should be debated. The more he learned about these hoofed species, the more he saw them as sheep. When one spoke up, a leader, the rest just followed blindly, and when the gods spoke, they turned their bellies up to the sky without question. This was not how a pack should work. Where was the dialogue? The accountability? How then could a good, sound mind rise up without playing bitch to a deity? Kirchoff growled slightly. "Do you not see the trouble with this, Ulrik?" he questioned in his bonded's head. "Your family is facing ruin with a single breath." Ulrik frowned deeply in response, watching from the quiet, back perch of his shadows to witness the falling of a star in the moon's sky. This was a supernova, though it was only made of words and broken souls, it was a tragedy. If anyone could step outside of their own desires and selfish ways, they would see that at the root, the moon goddess had lost a loyal follower, a devout leader, a simple man. A man who needed time to breath so that he could return renewed. Though Ulrik didn't doubt that a present leader was necessary, how was he to know the herd had been in turmoil? With Mauja stepping down and this smooth talking one taking his place. Though it was not at all his place to speak, he listened to the words of his cousin, and in them, he found truth. Ulrik did not want to leave this place. He had no personal qualms with the Goddess, but her vehemence spoke more about herself than Torleik. For all her outward beauty, she was ugly on the inside, unwilling to hear even if she did listen. She was right in her interpretation if that was truly what he did, but there was not a single being here who did not wander from time to time. The mad engineer finally took a stand, after all these years and for an unlikely reason: family. He stood bravely before the moon goddess, unafraid of her wrath but knowing that there should exist at least one person who gave Torleik the credit he was due in light of his absence. He was doing the right thing. "He followed you since we were but children," he spoke quietly, the guttural tones of his voice masculine and brutal even if his expression showed sadness. It was an unintentional trait of his anatomy. "I have lived here for a long time, not making waves and existing in the confines of my own designs. But I have seen the truth Torleik speaks. I have seen so many fall out of favor, and for what? Who would dare to speak against a god unless they knew, somewhere deep in their soul, that they felt strongly? These castaways are the honorable among us, those who, right or wrong, have stood firm in the face of impossible odds." Ulrik frowned, not used to speak so much or having to focus on the cadence and clarity of his own words. "There is honor in debate and truth hidden in discussion, but blind acceptance will lead you off a cliff to your own demise. I am not honorable, nor am I brave. But, Torleik is, and he tried. That should be... that should be good." Ulrik turned to the moon goddess again, sadness in his expression, though he was uncertain that that was the emotion he was experiencing now. "He was your loyal follower, and you threaten him when what makes him a good man forces him away. Today, your evening sky has lost a bright star, falling into bitterness and defeat. This should be mourned." Saying nothing else, he backed away and moved through the trees, knowing that he would prefer to stay here but unsure of his own welcome after speaking. He was a simple and complex creature at once, and he wondered and how long it had taken him to stand up for what he believed in - to say something. What he felt wasn't pride though. He only felt sadness. |
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