ENGINEERS CREATE THAT WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN

Ulrik's pup seemed just as excited to see one of his own kind, and he stood tall, mirroring the tail wagging motion of the other beast. A simple, silver design, almost like the black stallion's, ran up his leg and seemed to trail a strange smoke when he moved, and his eyes almost did the same. The pup growled playfully and tapped at the ground with his fore paws, jaws opening to lightly nip at the air in front of him, eager to get the larger wolf to join in his game.

Ulrik watched for only a few moments before turning his gaze back to the hornless creature Mauja had tugged along behind him so... graciously. Mauja told the mare to never mind him, and perhaps that was a good idea since Ulrik had no interest in politely averting his gaze like a normal stallion - in fact, he did not even entirely understand the concept. One ear tilted when a whispered breath moved past Mauja's lips and into the ears of the doctor, but the black stallion was not privy to that information, apparently.

No matter. Staring at the mare was much more thought provoking. Already he was thinking about ways to tear her wings to pieces and then stick a spike in her head. Could he wire it into her brain direction? How would he then control her movements? How did the brain work? So many questions about biology when he was just a simple man of electricity. Somehow this had to change, and he would have to learn from the gods about the integration of his shock to the body's natural current.

Until then...

The long, thick, leonine tail behind him began to sway and twist rhythmically in excitement, and he blinked his bronzed eyes, shaking the bronze-fringed fibers of the long beard that hung from his masculine jaws. The smile on his lips twisted upward a little more, reaching his eyes with even more madness. He moved closer to the other two stallions, watching as the doctor stared at her. When she murmured "hello", he furrowed his brows, wondering why she would choose to speak such a greeting.

"Sweet dreams." He growled, the tenor of his voice unnaturally deep and graveled. The stallion then turned to Mauja and his bronze eyes held some clarity from the madness. An iron, mechanical wolf approached his heels, red eyes blaring at the pegasus. "Interesting find, Lord Mauja," he commented, though his words were bathed in half-truths and questions. Why did you bring this thing here? "What are your plans?" Ulrik asked, hoping that there was more to this than just introducing a feathered bitch into the mix. He trusted the spotted stallion more than he trusted anyone else, but that was not exactly saying much.

As much as he wanted to do.... wild and wonderful things to this mare, he would have to wait for permission. Ulrik was not a blessed inhabitant of this land, only a colleague to those who chose this frost-pit as residence.