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Post by articcelest on Jul 25, 2015 21:40:32 GMT -7
Artic was folding Titen steal over the hell forge. The peace she was working on was made for one set of wings a young male so there was some room to grow in it. she really was working hard on it she had two small female sets one made for two sets of wings, the other with out, each with a teara, one with Dimonds, the other with Crystals shoulders that flaired, to cover the neck and two titan steal fans to go with each... there were two sets of male with arm bands with the Males where beefy and was making sure to leave room for them to grow they flaired around the shoulders and helmits leaveing room for the ears this suit she was working on was for a certen boy that was different he was already nearing her hight and with his fathers training he was already well built at a young age. She was clearly trying to figure something out as she folded the material back into the lump she could not seem to get it quite right and it was bugging her for more reasons than one he was the only one that knew it was coming his way and she could not seem to get it right... |
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Post by typhon on Jul 26, 2015 10:50:16 GMT -7
Typhon was drawn to the forge as he was drawn to all places with great heat and warmth. The burning heat did not bother him, and it even felt good on his scaly skin. Sometimes when he wanted to think he would come down here when the workers were pounding and hammering and working the bellows and just curl up among the hot coals and go over things in his head. Today though it seemed someone was at work at the anvils, hammering away. And it seemed that someone was his mother! He hesitated a moment by the door, flicking is tail from side to side...not wanting to bother her while she was at work. Eventually he did decide to head inside and though he would smile at her, he made right for the bellows and flopped down beside them, wings folding neatly behind his back as he just watched her with interest, listening to the hammer pound away.
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Post by articcelest on Aug 10, 2015 12:11:31 GMT -7
Artic Looked up for a moment and watched her son with a bit of a smile she knew he came here more times than not when his father was not around and she was clearly happy to see him as it helped her make the one she was working on proper size and shape she now found having the one around to get the sizing right she went back to working he was not going to bother her even if he spoke to her as she was use to talking with people like this she had been hopeing Dar would have shown up with the banging but it seemed he was still in his little shadow stash. this bothered her but it was not clear if she was going to be upset with him or not yet...
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Post by typhon on Aug 11, 2015 6:03:36 GMT -7
Typhon returned her smile with one of his own and he padded forward into the smithy, wingtips twitching as the heat washed over him. Ahhh that felt nice. "Hi mom" he greeted her, crossing the floor, pausing as he passed her to watch as she folded Titansteel. Fascinating. The way she could coax the metal with fire and force into taking shape...there was something almost poetic about that. Padding towards the bellows, he peered inside at the heat and fire and stretched his wings out wide to their full extent, working out the kinks in his wing bones and unintentionally giving Artic his full wingspan dimensions to work with as he contemplated crawling inside. Would that mess with the heat and fire? "How's it going?" he asked, turning to smile back at her over his shoulder.
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