baby you can light my fire // open, smithing

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    Braenix was grateful that she didn't have fur like most of the others. Scales didn't singe, or make that awful smell when close to flames, though she did note that the forge was adding an ugly coating of black soot to her claws and the scales directly above. Remembering the lesson she had been given, the golden apprentice carefully pulled the sword from the forge and placed it on the flat stone she was using as an anvil. With a hammer in one claw and the hilt of the sword in the other, Braenix beat the sword into shape as she had been shown, wishing she knew how to do more intricate jobs. She would have very much enjoyed being able to set the red crystal she had found into a necklace for herself, but her skills were still too rudimentary for that.


    She spent most of the morning at the forge, forming the new weapon and setting the purple crystals into its hilt. With one claw, she drew intricate floral patterns into the body of the sword, glad that dragon claws were resistant to heat and that there was no feeling in the tips. It allowed her to outlet her creativity in something productive, instead of destructive. Looking upon her finished work, she nodded in satisfaction. Although it was too small to be practical for her own use, she was sure that a Clanmate would like it.


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    [abbr=paisley amarion-ferraresi - female - 29 moons - alchemist and regent of the anathema - single - heterosexual - cheetah main body - shapeshifting, the sight, telepathy, eyes can glow]information[/abbr] - battle tags - other


    the regent was glad to see braenix taking the initiative to smith. by the looks of it, she seemed to already have had practice. " good work, braenix. it looks great. " her ears were perked as she studied the intricate designs covering the weapon.

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    "Thanks," she replied, inwardly glowing at the compliment. "I want to learn how to make better things, like jewelry and armor, but I'm still learning. Can you teach me?"


    The dragon put her creation to the side, looking over the tools they had to work with. It wasn't much yet, but she was hoping that with time and practice, the Anathema would be smiths worth bragging about. They had a lot of the raw materials easily available in their own valley, though scouting allied territory for more was worth looking into.


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    [size=6pt]sapphirini + female + anathema + attack in steelblue italics
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    Rin wound her way over, looking at her sister with curious oculars. "Wonderful." she had little interest in making weapons, as she'd much prefer to use her wits and cunning to defeat her foes, though she would eventually get around to building a few sets of armor for different members. Herself included. While her scales were tough, she knew flame, ice and other elements would damage her, along withthe weapons that would tear into her hide.


    Tearing her thoughts from her own battle strategy and smithing decisions, she turned her ice-like gaze to her vibrantly colored sister and gave a nod. "It seems you've made progress in this art, sister." she commented smoothly, though her eyes were guarded and held off. First rule of rivalry - never let your opponent have a single inkling that they've bested you in any way. If you broke that rule, then they knew how to get under your skin - or, in the steely dragoness' case, under your scales - and throw you off your game. Sapphirini did not wish to allow such a thing to happen, so in turn she kept her face stoic, her eyes blank, her voice monotonous.
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