kissed a stranger in a white dress ❂ weapon making less(o)ns

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DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT

AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY

He'd been absent for some time, having left the group for a while in a vain attempt to feed the hunger burning inside of him, a hunger he couldn't sustain on the normal foods of the group. He needed something else, a prey animal that wasn't so much prey but predator. He'd heard complaints as he returned, complaints about the lack of security on their borders. There was a new face but he had met them already, there were always new faces and it usually meant a time of strength and growth for The Frostblown.

Grinding his teeth together as he walked towards the Fire-Kissed Stones, his paws aching to get back into his forge, to get the fire going and the bellows blowing. He missed the simple work, he knew what he was doing there - his work was incomparable, his work was well-proven. A lifetime ago in a land so different and twisted from this land - he had been a renowned blacksmith, his works had been vied and fought over, so many had spilt blood in order to own one of his blades.

Now times were different but he didn't quite mind. He had memories to keep himself entertained, to keep his mind on different things from the hunger cursing him. Today was a different thing - he was answering questions today and he was going to teach his group a new skill that they might not know. Shouldering open the wooden door to his forge, he would light the fire within it, letting it warm the boulder of lava it had been hewn from long ago, his door propped open. Standing in the door way with his gaze on the sky, as if waiting for snow that would not come, he would give an easy breath, the lingering chill frosting his breath in the air.

Clearing his throat, he would open his jaws and roar a summons, "COME AND LEARN HOW TO FASHION YOUR OWN WEAPONS!" he thundered, a shudder ringing through him as he heard his voice glancing off the flanks of The Five Sisters, echo fading out into the trees. They would come eventually, and for those who had interest, he would teach them to forge their own weapons should they be brave enough, or to make use of their surrounds and what nature provided them.

#psychosocial.