08-06-2020, 09:31 AM
CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
From Tanglewood, Clony had managed to secure a decent amount of metal. The rest had been gathered from scrambling and fluttering about before the semi-lockdown status Elysium was currently in. They had absolutely no complaints about travelling in a group of 3. If anything, they would love for that number to be higher. Maybe 20? They liked the idea of 20, but were constantly reminded of just how small they were in comparison to the other Elysites. They had an odd dream a while back of, for some reason, being made of cake. There had been combat for some odd reason, the details they couldn't remember other than that everyone absolutely dwarfed them. Insecurity regarding their size was new. That had been a large reason behind wanting to make the walker mech. Clony did not possess the materials to craft such a thing. Instead, they were going to likely settle for something far smaller, something that they could operate with ease by their own talons.
Briefly, Clony debated on just using a sturdy metal rod and finding a way to keep it heated so that it could sear opponents in battle. They knew a few other members of the group had flaming hot personalities and equally as hot fire. Asking them to repeatedly heat the rod in combat did not seem favorable, and until Clony learned the secret of combusting into flames, they supposed that idea was out of luck. There was another idea they had, but for border safety. It churned in the back of their mind, demanding more deliberation of its ability to actually work before they put forth any effort into constructing such a thing. So at last, their gaze fell to their grubby talons, and realized that they could probably make do with something that lengthened their basic striking range. A normal metal rod was fine, but heavy, and the amount of momentum they'd need behind a blow would probably wind up with a few unsavory deaths added to their massive total.
That led to what was currently within their talons, hopping and strutting about as they grew used to the feeling of the weapons grasped in their claws. Knives had been created, with a curved green hilt. The curve made it far easier for Clony to use, and after some practice walking wasn't too much of a challenge. That did not stop them from tumbling over a few times due to the awkward gait they had to use with the knives. The legs of a bat were not for walking, but one who had undergone heavy mutations such as Clony sort of defied that logic. Nonetheless, walking was odd, and walking with knives was even odder. Wildly their fluffy tail swung behind them as they tried to keep balance. "I'm thinking I could make them a bit longer and still walk okay," they mused after their latest tumble, sitting upright and staring at their craftsmanship. A delighted chatter broke forth, ears raised to aid an expression of sheer delight. Pride flooded through, happy with their work and how it would prove useful should the need ever arise. With the recent murders and their promotion, it seemed inevitable. Better to be prepared than blindly stumble forth, Clony noted as they rose back into a stand and continued their awkward toddle around the camp.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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