If Yseulte had recognized the engineer as a man of physics and not biology, then perhaps her fears of being dried and pinned to a board of specimens would be somewhat placated. He had no desire to stuff her in a jar of collections and no reason to put her in a case of dead trophies. As a creature who lived most of his life desiring to bring life to metal, the thought of destroying a rather exquisite creation of the ultimate engineer, mother nature, was heresy. Perhaps he would desire to study the living body from the inside out, but there were enough hornless and winged underlings in this world to test out his other ideas...
To make them whole, all of them, whole. Could he assimilate his electronics into their mind? Would he be able to make a radio transmitting horn on their heads? Could he fully invent.... mind control?
None of this was possible without a thorough understanding of the body's electrical system, but mother nature did not use wires, and that was just unsettling to this metal-man. She met his gaze, which was interesting, and she held it, though she seemed unsettled. Ulrik was used to that look. Rarely did anyone meet his eyes with an equal confidence, mainly because it would take another mad man to fully grasp the inner workings of his mind, and even then... some of the darker corners were filled with monsters even he did not dare disrupt.
She spoke, explaining that she wandered too far from the lamp trees, and he nodded, understanding her ability to get lost. He knew the way out. All he would have to do is make a one hundred and eighty degree turn and he would wind up due northeast, back in the direction of the meadow. Ulrik watched the tiger glare at the small, furry creature who huddled on his back, but the stallion shook his head at the mare's offer. "He is too small," the stallion explained in his graveled voice. "He would drown." Still, the creature was obviously hungry, so the stallion moved to the corpse, eyeing the tiger with his mad, bronze gaze before tearing a strip of muscle from the corpse with his own teeth.
Ulrik reached over his back to give the meat to his companion who ate it hungrily. Trying to remember his manners, the stallion looked to the hunter killer with a smile. "Thank you," he rumbled before turning back to the purple mare. "Follow me if you want out," he said, turning the appropriate number of degrees and beginning his slow and sludge-filled trek toward try land. Already the murk started to give way to thinner grime that was filled with grasses instead of disturbingly hunched trees.
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