Death Trap [Midas]

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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

Deceased

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

#10

08-20-2014, 09:36 AM

I’d been raised on the threshold of knowing the difference between good and evil. I’d also been reared to understand the law of honor – tis what stirs me now. Crafting this weapon as my silent Legatus, my rather strange kinsman falls silent to either think upon my question, or else decide to not bother answering. Either way, I’d complete this request, because of the promise and because I still believed in him; despite his odd behavior there was a solid part of this soul that harbored a desire to befriend this beast of a man. Enemies were all around, friends could tend better to festering wounds.

Finally, he replied and I had nearly gathered enough silver flakes to begin smelting them together. Something about snowflake? I paused, glancing up from the slithering pile to stare at him with one brow raised as if expecting more information. Someone had attacked this family, and without my knowledge of it? The usually unseen companion he keeps close, suddenly became visible, my gaze flickers to it and notes the shape said mythical beast took on. Elsa. Awareness dawned, then the faintest wash of anger that was pushed aside only with recognizable force.

Oxy claimed a desire to destroy the unnamed stranger, I stiffened and turned eyes back to the his request. Frown deepened again, but this time it wasn’t just out of concern for wellbeing, but the herd as a whole, “Does ye have a name and clan for the one who struck Elsa?” Tone is even, seemingly unchanged.

The silver rose from earth, collapsing upon itself and smelting together without the use of fire. A blob of molten goo bobbed in the air and my concentration was returned back to the craft. I could almost see the weapon he desired, hidden behind a strange shape that only needed to be teased. Gently, as if brushing dew from a leaf, I started crafting the glob of goo into something of worth.

A point appeared at one end and the length of said spear started to take shape.