The house that she had converted into her forge had the door and windows open, sunlight washing through the steam that spewed out the openings. Noelani coughed twice, pulling out the last sword that she had made for her weekly task - though it had been assigned to her a while ago, she had never finished, and she had nothing going on; why wait? The avian set the sword down the anvil once more, already fully assembled, and rubbed her talons together as they released a spark as she ignited her elemental pelt in her claws. Leaning over the sword she engraved a single cursive "n" into the base of the blade, and put it back in the water. She wiped it off with a rag and placed it in the woven, beat-up basket where the rest were. No two were all the same - each had a slightly different design, a slight curve, a longer handle, a wider pommel, a curved or thinner hilt. She stretched out, her back cracking a bit and the new scars where the brands were sending a lance of pain through her spine. She winced and straightened up, keeping her eyes off of the bundle in the corner that held her disassembled spear. It had been too ornamental. She didn't like it at all, and the memory of using it was painful.
Noelani took a breath and unwrapped the cloth, wincing at the gross design that she had absolutely butchered, at the blood still dried in the engraved brass hilt. Instead of looking at the engravings, she looked at the blade of the spear and where it connected to the shaft. It was worth saving. She clutched her claws around where the spearhead connected to the rest of it, letting her talons glow with fire as she ignited her elemental pelt. Noelani managed to, after a while, separate the spearhead and put it into the water bucket. She then turned her scornful, burning eyes on the rest of it, moving over to a stone bucket and starting to slowly melt it down. A grim satisfaction filled her at the sight - the metal so hot that it glowed white, dripping into the bucket and becoming a formless sludge. It was too hot to hold without her elemental pelt, and nothing really flammable was inside, so... Noelani's body was now fully burning, carrying the bucket back over to the anvil and setting it down, pulling out a mold for a spearshaft. She poured it in, grimacing as it hissed and popped, the sludge settling into the mold. It was simple enough that she could do what she wanted with it; it would do well.
The in-progress spearshaft settled, and she extinguished her claws to pull out the spearhead of the bucket, put it to the side, ignited her claws and put the spearshaft into the water. An enormous cloud of steam billowed out again, Noelani's forge practically spewing clouds at this point. Noelani brought out her tongs, bringing out the spearshaft and spearhead on the anvil, grabbing both ends and heating them up. She felt her head reel with all of the power usage, but she just wanted this done. She stuck them together, using her claws to smooth the metal over; she now worked with a feverish energy, her eyes that were now pools of magma burning bright as her flickering form shook, clouds of smoke spewing from her parted jaws. Her claws detached themselves from the metal, breaths rasping in her throat as her talons shook, now touching the spearhead as she reshaped it. Adding more of the same metal she changed it from a simple triangle point to something that was more unique; three-pronged and faceted, securely connected to the shaft. A few pieces were attacked, such as a rounded end at the bottom, and a few rings to the shaft.
By the time that the roaring fire had died and the smoke and steam stopped, the sun was going down. Noelani sat outside, slowly extinguishing her elemental pelt as the spear sat propped up against the house. As the fire faded from her body she trembled, squeezing her eyes shut. When she looked down, her claws looked even more scorched, though she had not burned herself. Another side effect of using too much? She would have to wait and see.
//spear ref?? will make art soon:
general:
- Noelani
- Demigirl, She/Her or They/Them, Bisexual
- NPCxxNPC, sibling of none
- AVIAN Vileghund (original species using mutations)
physical:
- A crown of gold and cream feathers adorn her head, while her main body is of a cream and white pigmentation. Her body is covered in a mix of feathers, and peachy short fur. Two golden-hued eyes peer from a round, childlike face. Wings that are just shy of the size of flight rest on her shoulders. Talons like that of a dinosaur are her paws, and a tail that is complete with a plume of feathers at the end.
- Current injuries: N/A
personality:
- Excitable, Cheerful, Happy, Optimistic
- Childish, Easily Depressed, Emotional, Repressive
- Noelani is a trusting, cheerful, childlike creature. She is easily befriended, and feverishly believes in the good of all. She will cling to that belief until the end of her days, unless you have done especially unspeakable to her. If you do such a thing, she will be openly hateful of you, ignoring you in the way that a child does. The reason she acts as such is due to traumatic incidents from her younger years, and does not trust anyone with silver eyes for reasons yet unknown.
other
- Physically Hard-Extreme, mentally Hard
- Attack in #FFA500
- Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
- Will not attack the young, old, or disabled