Day In Day Out
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2021 6:54 pm
Clink!
The metallic thud echoed in the space.
Clank!
Another swing of the hammer as it fell into the hunk of metal against the pitch black anvil. Several brawny mean littered a cluttered space that seemed to be some form of work shop. Different weapons laid hung in various spaces some serrate by type like swords, daggers, gauntlets and others by armor types. In the more detailed parts of the space in a little corner to the east of the room stood a young man much shorter than the other folks around him. His hands were full of various materials for crafting. Strips of leather, a couple iron ingots and a piece of light chest armor. He was clad in a tattered black shirt and some black wolf hide shorts. He donned a medallion on his person that reflected the burning gleam of fire from the forge. A Sapphire crystal. There was a small marking etched onto it. The form of a small tree. It held no roots only branches. No leaves.
"Grr What it will yah!"
He barked after being shoved over wile walking back to his work table. His was the most organized here. Though given such a small space his materials were categorized and alphabetized. The different animal hides were in one space. The metals and other minerals in another. Finished products laid under the table as finishing creations laid dangling above the table. He had to meet a certain quota today or he was going to have to here the old bastard mouth about how he was slacking today. Which he kind of was. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.
That dream again
In this dream he was standing at the edge of a cliff. The clouds were plump and the sun was dazzling. The winds wafted through the expanse giving him the feeling of being just as formless as it was. A breeze that seemed to carry the scent of lavender upon it. His eyes, they did not carry their normal burning red hue but yet a relaxed amber color. He...was smiling.
But...then
The skies would grow dark. The clouds would drizzle a eerier black droplets as the very sky became black. And from the darkness that forbade him from seeing his own hands in front of him. A pair of hatful, burning, swirling red eyes would erupt open from the darkness and a low horrid rumbling, something like a growl would vibrate the very air around him. It spoke no words but he could understand what it meant. The growl.
Remember the pact...Give your heart!/color]
???:Day dreaming again...eh Shabuto?
A raspy old voice would whisper behind him.
The metallic thud echoed in the space.
Clank!
Another swing of the hammer as it fell into the hunk of metal against the pitch black anvil. Several brawny mean littered a cluttered space that seemed to be some form of work shop. Different weapons laid hung in various spaces some serrate by type like swords, daggers, gauntlets and others by armor types. In the more detailed parts of the space in a little corner to the east of the room stood a young man much shorter than the other folks around him. His hands were full of various materials for crafting. Strips of leather, a couple iron ingots and a piece of light chest armor. He was clad in a tattered black shirt and some black wolf hide shorts. He donned a medallion on his person that reflected the burning gleam of fire from the forge. A Sapphire crystal. There was a small marking etched onto it. The form of a small tree. It held no roots only branches. No leaves.
"Grr What it will yah!"
He barked after being shoved over wile walking back to his work table. His was the most organized here. Though given such a small space his materials were categorized and alphabetized. The different animal hides were in one space. The metals and other minerals in another. Finished products laid under the table as finishing creations laid dangling above the table. He had to meet a certain quota today or he was going to have to here the old bastard mouth about how he was slacking today. Which he kind of was. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.
That dream again
In this dream he was standing at the edge of a cliff. The clouds were plump and the sun was dazzling. The winds wafted through the expanse giving him the feeling of being just as formless as it was. A breeze that seemed to carry the scent of lavender upon it. His eyes, they did not carry their normal burning red hue but yet a relaxed amber color. He...was smiling.
But...then
The skies would grow dark. The clouds would drizzle a eerier black droplets as the very sky became black. And from the darkness that forbade him from seeing his own hands in front of him. A pair of hatful, burning, swirling red eyes would erupt open from the darkness and a low horrid rumbling, something like a growl would vibrate the very air around him. It spoke no words but he could understand what it meant. The growl.
Remember the pact...Give your heart!/color]
???:Day dreaming again...eh Shabuto?
A raspy old voice would whisper behind him.