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 Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:09 am
 "... That's not right..."
The stallion shook his head, causing the pink feathers and red hair to shift lightly along his face and neck. It was the wrong size. He had been working on this piece for weeks, wanting to ensure it was perfect for the mare that he thought to be like his own daughter. Though they weren't really related, he had been there when Aquilina had given birth, when she was raising a creature that had not been expected as her daughter. Morkin had been there, and he was still here, trying to help and spend time with her when he could. He flicked an ear, eyes flickering lightly along the metal piece that was finally coming together. But, he had to ensure that it was perfect. Stepping his hoof into a specially designed tool to fit him, he pressed down, using all his weight on the metal. Using his other foot, he kicked hard at the side of the piece, until it bent to the way he wanted. He stepped away, before picking it up carefully and set it on a tray. Grabbing the tray's handle with his mouth, he lifted it up carefully, and pressed it into a fire, waiting for a few moments, before he pulled it out, and let it sit to cool.
Morkin walked his way around the small piece, his eyes flickering over every aspect. It was right. Yes. It was now almost perfect. Snorting some, he trotted over toward where he knew the gems were held to adorn the trinkets that were given as gifts to the Harpies. Picking up a blue stone, he walked back over, and picked up another tool that attached to his hoof. He kicked in the proper size for the gem, before fitting it into the spot. Stepping back again, he nodded lightly, and smiled. Yes, now it was perfect. He carefully picked up the item, nudging it into a basket that was big enough to hold it. He breathed out a sigh, before shaking out his mane, and gripped a hold of the basket by the handle, lifting slowly so as not to strain his neck, before he started out and away from the guild.
The stallion walked quietly toward the nesting grounds. He nodded toward any other stallion he saw, and inclined his head as best as he could with the weight of the basket to any of the Sisters that passed his way. Occasionally he stopped to converse with someone who wanted his attention. He knew where the young Harpy would reside, and wasn't too concerned about missing her. But finally he was in the nesting grounds, and he walked quietly toward her nest, setting the basket down, before lifting his head toward the trees. They had made ways for Morkin to be able to visit; specifically with Aquilina's nest, considering it was where he slept. Valkyrie had done the same, so that he could visit when he liked; or when she needed him. Shaking out his body for a moment, he huffed, determined to get up to the nest. Picking the basket up again, he walked quietly up the makeshift stairs, until he reached her nest. He set the basket down, before peering into the nest. "Valkyrie..? May I come in?" He called softly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 11:38 am
"You may approach," said Valkyrie from her nest. She was without any sort of armor presently, not intending to go out fighting anytime soon. Her muscles were sore already from a morning of exercise and training. It was time for a much-needed rest before she worked on anything else.
Valkyrie's nest was decorated differently than many of her sisters'. She had woven many different patches of fur into the design. The pelts were varied in size and color, all representing animals that she had slain over the course of her training. Skinwalkers were far more dangerous than normal animals, but normal animals would have to suffice for now. There was the gray fur of wolf pelts, and the tawny fluff from mountain lions. She even had a patch of black bear fur. It had been a small animal but had fought Valkyrie fiercely. She didn't attack prey animals, like rabbits or deer. Only the most dangerous were Valkyrie's targets.
She glanced over the side of the nest to see that it was Morkin, her mother's favorite stallion. Valkyrie didn't understand her mother's choice to find a mate without claws, but he was more adept with his hooves than she would have expected.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:02 am
 Morkin let a small smile shift over his features, before he glanced down at the basket. With another big breath, he reached, picking it up carefully, and lifting it to a height that would allow him to walk. Honestly, he needed to start making smaller things so that he could move easier. He wasn't old, by any means, but he was certain that carrying such heavy objects would, at some point, seriously harm his bones and muscles. He needed to go out and work out or something; possibly go on runs, practice balance, the works. Considering the thought, he half rolled his eyes, before moving forward. He wasn't going to do those things. He had too much dedication to Aquilina, his work, and Valkyrie. He didn't have time.
Shifting carefully into her nest, the stallion glanced around for a place to set the basket that was out of the way. He moved to a small corner, placing it down carefully, before lifting his head, and shook it a few times, getting the kinks out. His mane of feathers and hair shifted with it, and fell flat against his neck and head after a moment. He turned his head, glancing toward the blue mare, before ducking his head slightly in a small greeting, his eyes closed. "Greetings, Mistress Valkyrie. It is good to see you again." He said, before lifting his head. A small smile shifted over his features, before he glanced around. His eyes locked on a patch of fur on the wall, drawing his attention for a few moments. "Is that new?" He asked, pointing toward the patch with his nose, before moving forward to get a better look. He peered at the soft fur curiously, before smiling. Valkyrie was one of the best hunters he knew, and she prided herself in it. That was obvious. Though he never went out hunting with the mares ( generally he couldn't keep up, though he was trying to be faster ), he knew that she was probably one of the most natural and graceful out there as well.
Turning his attention away from the fur, Morkin glanced back at the mare, before looking at the basket. "I brought you something. I've been working on it for at least two moons." He stated, before moving toward the basket. The red haired stallion dipped his nose down, pushing at the blanket that covered the article, before he stepped back, so that she could get a better look at the piece. It was armor, designed to fit against her flank, with leather straps that fit another part on the other side. The colors matched the armor set she already had; dark silver/gray with a blue gem set into the center. The stallion watched Valkyrie, waiting to see what her reaction would be to such a gift.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:54 am
Valkyrie felt a small glow of pride that Morkin noticed one of her new furs. It was a small thing, but she enjoyed others taking notice of her accomplishments. She perked up curiously when he said he had brought her something. He was more often making trinkets for her mother. Valkyrie somewhat thought that he brought her gifts only to curry favor with Aquilina, but she saw no reason in that not to accept them.
She straightened up so she could peer into the basket and didn't fake her rumble of pleasure at seeing the contents. A new piece of armor. It matched almost perfectly with the other armor that she already had. That alone spoke to Morkin's crafting abilities. She ran a claw lightly over the surface and detected no cracks or impurities.
"This looks strong," she said. She was not one to lavish praise on an object for its beauty. She valued effectiveness.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 3:05 pm
Morkin waited with bated breath. He was concerned that she wouldn’t like it. He had noticed, over her life time that Valkyrie wasn’t one to really like pretty things, or things with no real purpose. He had witnessed her both liking, and disliking items that were offered to her. And Morkin had been one who analyzed things easily. Though right now, he was more so worried she would dislike the item that he had crafted. He watched quietly as she showed some sort of pleasure at being brought something. He could only assume it was due to the fact Morkin had grown skilled in his crafting. Though he generally only made small things, this was a pleasure for him to make, and he could remember the sparks flying as he struck the metal in order to form it into the proper shape. He could remember the feel of the flames by his body, the warmth. And it was something he enjoyed more than he thought he ever would. It also gave him some sort of freedom, while at the same time giving him a purpose.
But when he heard the rumble of pleasure, of approval, his heart seemed to soar. Morkin lifted his eyes to peer toward Valkyrie, before a grin spread out over his features, and he shifted forward a bit, watching her with eager eyes. She liked it! She truly liked it! He watched her stroke it with what seemed to be a form of approval and admiration, and it made him feel all the better. He had been concerned before; worried with each stomp of his hoof and bending of the armor that she would find it not to her liking. But seeing her look, he knew that she was pleased. And more so, that she would use it! He shifted slowly to stand alongside her, before lowering his head a bit and nudged the armor with his nose, eyes shifting to peer up at her through short bangs of hair and feathers.
”I have spent three moons on this. I must say, it is the strongest piece I have made. And I’ve never made anything like it. It’s thin, but the metal is strong, so it shouldn’t break easily. I had to do many favors in order to gain access to that particular gem as well; but I wanted to ensure that it matched the rest of your set. After all, why add to your armor if it isn’t similar? Though I do know that you prefer the effectiveness over your pieces over their appearance. I hope it is not too forward to say that I tested it against the claws of some of the Sisters before bringing it to you. I am glad I did though, as the first attempt fractured when I tested it. This one is strong. It had a scratch, but I fixed it. So it should last you quite some time, Mistress.” Morkin stated, unable to keep the excitement from his voice.
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