by tiny little box » Sat Aug 13, 2016 1:56 pm
Username:tiny little box
Name:Jolt
Gender: male
Personality: Jolt is a weapons designer,loving making nothing into something.Jolt is what you call aggressive,not really too fond of humans getting to close to his group of friends.He is in charge of making weapons armor or anything that needs to be melded.He is the best blacksmith,and tends to live deep in a tunneled caves
Extra: (at least one, can be more)
Jolt carried a bag over his shoulder,huffing a little bit.Boy it was hot outside.He sets it down near a broken moldy log,looking all around the dark forest."can't see a damn thing in this dark place" he grumbled a little bit,grabbing the big Lopey sack.Grabbing a torch and a bottle of matches,striking it firmly against the log to greasing a warm spark.He put it on the torch,lighting up the area."there,nice and lit up,finally see were the heck I'm going now" he said,rubbing his arm.He pulled the sack over his shoulder,starting to walk faster before it got completely dark outside.
Jolt growled loudly,putting out the torch."there is only one entrance,really" he yelled loudly.The entrance to the cave was up pretty high,a ledge about 40 feet.He paced around."is it really worth the heat." He muttered out,talking to himself as per usual.He nodded,it was worth it.He knew there was heat in that Moutain there,maybe some metals.He tied the sack up,keeping it around his waist.Grabbing onto a ledge and hoisting himself up.
Rock by Rock he made it to the large ledge that open to the mouth of the cave.He painted heavily,it had already became dark outside.He cursed at himself,shaking his mane."going to have to use another one" he mumbled out to himself.
He walked along the dark walls of the cavern,his claws dragging across the dark cavern.He wondered if anyone else has been here before.He laughed a little bit,he had gotten in all this trouble just to fine the perfect spot to place his blacksmith workshop.He stopped in his tracks,it was getting hotter but somthing was off.He took out his hammer,preparing for a fight."stand back,this area is my claim" he said lowly,his voice hanging on the walls of the cave,he stepped closer to whatever was there.He dropped the hammer when rats started rushing to his feet."ACK" he kicked them away."get away Ye filthy rodents" he shivered a little.Good eatin,not so good crawling.He picked up his hammer,putting it back in the bag."if I were a hotspot I would be...." He looked down at a deep cavern,there.Sweet hot lava,yes.But how would get down there.He laughed a little.
"Or course,my steal bucket.Dumb dumb" he smacked his forehead.He was a weirdo when it came to precious metals.He grabbed his rope,tying it down."I need that sweet honey heat" he said to himself.He started to make it down the heat hole,slowly making it down."oh hot very hot" he whined,stepping on a ledge,scooping it up carefully."HOT HOT HOT" he hissed and made his way up."I need to get up there fast." He said,getting up the wall.He put it up there,getting up quickly,the stench of sweat and hair,looking at it.It was cooling down fast.He grabbed his hammer down,smashing the page rock,making a big enough debt to dump it in.He looked paniced,looking at the hot bucket,he emptied the sack,the handle now too hot to touch.He lifted it up and swiftly dumped it in the dented stone,sighing loudly and dropping it.
"There,my special melting material."hah,what will the boys think of when they see this,oh jolt,melt me that super hard amor I want it,oh jolt make me a iron staff quick." He said,talking and laughing at himself."HA,I win.No more wimpy fire for me" he thumped his tail on the ground.