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12-29-2015, 12:01 AM
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ULRIK the ENGINEER
What Ulrik missed was gone, returned and gone once more. He wanted his son back, and despite her oddities, he wanted Illynx back too. For the first time in his many years, he had a family only to have them leave - like most else in his life. Long ago, he had been to Isilme, but he didn't stay - not for very long at least. By the time he had arrived, the land had fallen to ruin and chaos, and he found Helovia later, calling the World's Edge his home. That had been his first choice. His home. His opportunity. And when it was taken? He was consumed. Even though the Aurora Basin had felt like a home because of those who lived there, it had never been his, not like the Edge had been. That was why he had to leave when he had an opportunity, that and the love for his cousin and distaste for the golden boy with his perfect appearance and piss poor attitude. Such boys did not deserve to be leaders, not when they argued with subjects instead of commanding their loyalty with deeds and maturity. Ulrik never wanted to be leader for these very reasons. He was not a man of charisma and speeches. He would not come before the herd with news, information and diplomacy. He would hide in the shadows as always, tinkering and building machines which few minds could even imagine and take pride in his work. The shadows were no place for leaders, no place for successful masterminds of battle. After talking with Torleik and watching Deimos say little at the herd meeting, he knew for a fact that it wasn't his home, not anymore. So when he strode across the Thistle Meadow, mind wandering further than his thoughts, he was more than alittle surprised to see Deimos there. When was the last time he ventured beyond his walls to see the world surrounding him? To watch the ebb and flow of leadership? To scout enemies before they came knocking? Ulrik raised a dark brow and stood to watch, thinking that what drew Deimos out from the Basin had to be very good or very bad. The engineer cleared his throat loudly enough to call attention to himself, and Kirchoff circled around to his forelegs, silver eyes intensely set on the stallion surrounded by death. "Well this is a surprise." He stated obviously. |
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