ROUNDTABLE RIVAL -- private, zjarr

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    Noelani had left the archipelago that belonged to the Rift on an expedition for materials. Between her rejoining society, going to the Rift, and then BlizzardClan, she had lost most of her supplies and tools. She had managed to forge a little magnifying glass for small details on... something, but that didn't count.


    The cream-hued avian winged off towards a distant shoreline, dimly noting down where she passed to find the right way home. Large, golden eyes scanned the ground for some kind of scrapheap, or abandoned hovel that she could search. She didn't find either of those, but something glinting from inside a copse of pine trees caught her attention, so she wheeled closer, large ears perked as she crept forward with her nostrils flared. Beneath the roots of a scrubby bush, overgrown and reclaimed by the wild, was a chestplate, gauntlet, and badly damaged helmet. She only recognized them as such after she scraped off the fluffy moss and leaf-mold that had blanketed it over the years, and she tapped her claws together in anticipation. The metal was old, but sound, the pine trees protecting it from the worst of the corrosion. Noelani looked around, uprooted the little bush with a few pulls and dug out the armor. Good, good. She didn't have anything that was parallel to a forge here, so she walked out a few paces and started to dig, dirt and dust sitting on her nose as she scraped out the fire pit, throwing the shrub in and lighting it on fire with a blast of sparks from her jaws.


    She perched on the rim of the fire pit, summoning some coal and waiting for the aftereffects of power usage to wear off before she started to work.

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    [fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: silver;]Coincidentally, Zjarr had also been traveling beyond the borders of his home that day. He had been searching for more spare parts to add to his expansive collection of forging materials, though he also had his eye on a few more alcohol bottles to fill that storage. He was an innovative man, indeed, though the curse of a strong desire for something that could easily hurt him overwhelmed such a trait. But he knew that his particular skill could come in handy, and so he set out to trade off his wares for things he really wanted, especially substances, both legal and illegal.


    A nearby flame had attracted him to its source. An odd creature, one he had never laid his eyes on before, stood next to the firepit with a suit of armor. The tall canine remained silent and in the dark, curious on what the creature before him was going to do.

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    Noelani flexed her talons, conjuring a few last items - a pail that was black with use in fires, and her tongs and hammer. There was a flat enough rock ways away, so she already started to put the gauntlets into the large pot, wedging it above the fire like she did in BlizzardClan, humming as she worked. To pass the time she exhaled a few more spurts of golden flame along the rim of the pot.


    As she did so, though, the wind shifted and threw smoke and ash in her face, already soot-stained maw covered in grey. She hacked and coughed raggedly, sneezing to expel the grit from her nose. She growled a curse under her breath as she started to dust off her nose, but the wind shift brought with it the feeling of eyes on her back. It may have been a bird ogling her, for all she knew, but it made her uneasy. Still she hunched over the fire, trying to shove away the feeling.


    She watched the metal turn red with heat in the pot, feather ruffled along her neck as the feeling persisted. She straightened up and stared in what was ultimately the wrong direction, totally opposite of her actual observer. "Out with it! No use - not going to bite." She announced in her usual broken sentences, still brushing soot from her face.

    updated 2/26/17