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

A dagger hm? Easy enough to craft, then. As time progressed, the other could always create another weapon to keep himself entertained and his needs met. Ear flicking as he hummed, blinking as he thought, "alright. I believe that I have some materials within my forge, come inside. I'm going to need your help in crafting this, if you don't mind, horizon", came the deep rumble from the sage, his ears pricking upwards. Entering his forge, he would begin to rummage through the piles of materials he had within upon hewn shelves.

Rough the cough that erupted from his lungs, snorting as dust tickled his throat, his paws finding the niche he had been searching for. Withdrawing woven basket he brought it to the oak table within the forge, setting it down so Horizon could pick through the selections of wood chunks and pieces of antlers, strong and sturdy bases to the weapon that would be made shortly. Looking around himself, he would add more to the fire, grinning at it as it flared slightly, hungrily accepting the new offerings of charcoal and wood.

#psychosocial.