i'll be immortal
bismuth/fighting seasonal <3
Cooperative
01-13-2022, 05:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-13-2022, 05:15 AM by Víðarr. Edited 1 time in total.)
Right, gauntlets. If he swung about with his paws, he would be able to catch any predator with the spikes. They'd rip and tear, and they could do enough damage to give him the extra edge he needed. Gauntlets... bracers? Was that more correct for what he was picturing? The shadow grumbled to himself, doing his best not to get too wrapped up in the semantics of it all. Smack bitches around. Make money... money? Profit. Sure, profit in some way, shape, or form. He smirked to himself as he worked, setting about cutting the pieces he'd need. They'd be scaled together, and tied tight around his lower legs. That seemed like the best bet, because Víðarr could make sure he got the absolute closest fit. The closer the fit, the less likely he was to get anything caught under them. Stones, pebbles, vines, all could cause uncomfortable rubbing that would turn into blistering. In combat, it could get even more dangerous-- claws or teeth of a predator that would cause a wrenching motion, and left the possibility of spiral fractures. That would suck. No, he'd fit each with a strap that would bind as close as possible, like a second skin. If he was going to add spikes to these, then he'd need to line it with something soft, too. This was already becoming a more involved process than Víðarr initially anticipated, but at least it would keep him busy. The busier he was, the less he'd be pestering his sisters, so it was likely for the best. Softly, he hummed to himself as he worked, using the first set as a template for the second, and doing his best to fit them in exactly the same size. When all was said and done, he'd have Sanngriðr help him wax coat the entire thing to harden it. They'd... shit that meant they'd have to go find bees and rob them of their wax. Maybe not ideal, but the shadow would do what he had to, or at least what he felt was best. Though he'd been lost in his own thoughts for a long moment, a woof pulled him down. The creature was loudly colored, but Víðarr did his best not to look too surprised. It was more the offer of help, and the added use of the word sir that drove his eyebrows up. He regarded the other man carefully, curiously. While he had things under control (okay, fiercely independent as ever, Víðarr thought he had things under control), the stranger's offer had him intrigued. "What kind of assistance?" Careful words in a tongue that still felt strange within his mouth. When was it ever going to get easier? VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |
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