Growing Up

Onyx was only paying little mind to what the other guy was doing, she could have really cared less about his presence. They didn't live in a pack anymore so it was free land, and she wouldn't fight him unless she had to. Or if he pissed her off enough. It didn't take much really.

With the holes now carved into her talon shaped bones, she moved over to the harness that her and her father worked on together. It was all black leather, sewn to her fitting and attached with buckles and straps for what she had planned for the armor. She grabbed the top strap of her harness, poking it through the hole she dug into the bone spur and buckling it tight on the other side. This way it would be easier to replace if something happened to the armor in battle. She followed through quickly with the other five spurs, almost like crafting something like this was second nature to her. Maybe it was, her father after all was a blacksmith. She even scanned her surroundings rather than keeping her focus on strapping the spurs to the harness.

Her ear turned as the brute spoke again, her face wasn't exactly welcoming. She generally wasn't completely friendly at least, and even she knew that. He asked for help and without getting too close Onyx pointed out at his leather bracers, "Well if you were smart you'd feed the studs through the inside of the bracer and stitch a backing onto it." It was more blunt than rude, but none the less was open to how Onyx felt about his own friendliness.

Fighting Seasonal Prompt
Total Word Count: 1623 words
Word Count Goal: 1500 words

"Onyx"