Bad boys with knives
Viscera!
"Speech!"
Ichor had gathered up a bunch of materials, he and Viscera had agreed to make some cool weapons together today and Ichor wasn't totally sure how it was gonna turn out but he had an idea in his head and the boy was eager to try and make the image in his brain into a real thing. The tiny boy bounced down the volcano from towards the nook, his materials mostly tied up in a bundle of fur that bounced off his chest as he walked. He trotted down the stone mountainside, tiny tail beating the air in a frenzy. He'd been quietly storing materials off in a small cleft of the mountain and he and Viscera had agreed to meet up under one of the big trees once they'd gathered all the materials they'd need. The moon cast a silver pall over everything but Ichor was more than used to being up at night now, born under the glowing endless moon he was used to the dark but the stricter change to keeping them out of the sun, despite Ichor's incessant curiosity he was now very used to not being woken up by the bright light of the sun.
Ichor plunked himself down under the specified tree, dropping his materials and glancing around for his twin, curious what Viscera would be making, and if maybe they could share materials!
WC: 230 (230/1500)
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) "" |