[nr] schlera, blood color
[s] hair, shine
[c]fur, tail
Username + number: Ucanthandleme + 809102
Name: Hablo
Prompt:
Hablo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel from around his neck, before focusing back on the task at hand. Lifting the hammer over his shoulder he let gravity aid him in it’s descent to the unshaped piece of metal below. His arm strained with every beat of his hammer yet he kept going. Seeing the metal slowly turned back to silver he deftly used metal pincers to bring it back under the molten hot fire in front of him. Seeing it slowly turn red due to the heat he pulled it back out before once again lifting his hammer to shape it. He repeated this process many times during the forging of the weapon, yet despite the strain on his body from the raging fire before him and the lifting of his hammer a big smile could be seen on his face. He was completely focused on the task, his eyes shining like fiery embers with each blow onto the metal. Bang, bang, bang, his hammer fell and the lump of metal slowly took the shape of a sword. Closer and closer, the bade was ready for the finishing touches. Lifting it from the fire once more he drowned it in cold water, listening to the sizzling sound of it cooling down. What a great sound it was. He then proceeded to sharpen it against a rock wheel, letting spark fly to and fro past his face. Truly this was the best place in the world. No one could tell him otherwise his favourite place to be was his smithy.
262/300
[s] hair, shine
[c]fur, tail
Username + number: Ucanthandleme + 809102
Name: Hablo
Prompt:
Hablo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel from around his neck, before focusing back on the task at hand. Lifting the hammer over his shoulder he let gravity aid him in it’s descent to the unshaped piece of metal below. His arm strained with every beat of his hammer yet he kept going. Seeing the metal slowly turned back to silver he deftly used metal pincers to bring it back under the molten hot fire in front of him. Seeing it slowly turn red due to the heat he pulled it back out before once again lifting his hammer to shape it. He repeated this process many times during the forging of the weapon, yet despite the strain on his body from the raging fire before him and the lifting of his hammer a big smile could be seen on his face. He was completely focused on the task, his eyes shining like fiery embers with each blow onto the metal. Bang, bang, bang, his hammer fell and the lump of metal slowly took the shape of a sword. Closer and closer, the bade was ready for the finishing touches. Lifting it from the fire once more he drowned it in cold water, listening to the sizzling sound of it cooling down. What a great sound it was. He then proceeded to sharpen it against a rock wheel, letting spark fly to and fro past his face. Truly this was the best place in the world. No one could tell him otherwise his favourite place to be was his smithy.
262/300
