Bad boys with knives

Carrying a raggedy rabbit skin precarious loaded with innocuous grey-black stones, the gangly youngster wandered into the nook with an eye peeled for his twin. Ichor was probably already there, since he'd taken his sweet time collecting his precious obsidian from its cache. And sure enough, there he was. Most of Ichor's materials were arranged on an equally battered skin, which brought a creeping smile onto his features. They truly were twins! Plodding his way to where he'd planned to meet up with his brother, the pallid youth barked a wordless greeting and wagged his tail with delight.

Dropping the bag of stones at his paws, he beamed at Ichor. "What are you gonna make, Ich?" he asked and flopped onto his belly to sort through the cobbles in search of one he was less attached to. Best to have a quick test of his techniques on a rock that wasn't going to be used for the final product, right? There was a single outlier amongst the paw-sized cobbles, completely different in composition but just as smooth and rounded in shape. A hammerstone that would be used to chip away flakes until he was happy with the shape of his weapon. Grasping the hammerstone with those wicked talons of his, the Klein boy rolled a flawed obsidian cobble into the space between his outstretched forelimbs. Steadying it against the side of his empty right paw, he struck with the hammerstone.

Success! A thick flake fell away when he shifted the obsidian with one toe. His technique worked well enough, then. He struck a few more times, moving counter-clockwise along the edge of the obsidian cobble with each whack with his hammerstone. Around halfway through, he rolled the practice stone over to see what had come of it. A series of divots in the shiny material, the outer edges flared out and incredibly sharp to the touch when he smoothed his pawpad over it.

(WC: 328 // TOTAL: 558 / 1500)

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