[PRP]Craftsman meet Fire Angel (Azor Drogon x Seraphina)

[Conrad The Mighty]

Azor had accidentally worked straight through the night to finish his latest commission. The details the Fire Tribe Female gave him were quite vague, so he took it upon himself to give her nothing short of a master piece.

The ornate, embossed designs took techniques he had never even experimented with before, much less believed it would work the first time. He wanted it to look like a giant tree on fire, and he used small reflective shards of red and gold crystals and scales that he got from a traveling Light Triber Merchant. This way, when the female was standing near to fire, the breast plate would attract the attention of any B'alam in her vicinity. Likewise, it would protect her from direct contact if it were struck.

Though when he presents the gold breast plate to her, he would not flourish the details, nor bore her with things she may not understand. Azor would give her the piece and bow out as quickly as possible. Lingering wasn't exactly his forte.

Any other tribe would be exhausted after almost 21 hours on the last leg of a project that took over a week. But being that near to the fire and conquering a great feat resulted in a natural euphoric state, which inspired him to take a walk. Azor's trade results in poor eyesight for the large male, but as long as he was along the fire, his scenes were heightened enough to even things out.

When you're a big, thick boned, B'alam, being incognito isn't exactly in the realm of options. There was really only two options, grouchy and able to defend yourself if you step on a tail; or welcoming to the attention you draw. Azor hummed to himself, hearing the clash of his hammer as the beat in his head. His voice grumbled out, remembering that it had not been used in several hours, so he had to clear his throat quite loudly to clear the pipes back up so he could continue humming.

StarshineAngel01

 

[Conrad The Mighty]

Azor was startled by the female's voice, but not visibly nor unwelcome. He could only see her outline and a variation of her colors from his shadowy position. A strain of curse words began to string themselves together in his mind as he walked towards the light, forcing some hard blinks until she came fully into focus. Then a smile crossed his face as if he were feeling some wonderful crispy burnt earth beneath his paws in the morning.

He knew her face, though her name had completely escaped him. Such was the case for most B'alams, but Fire Tribers he tried to remember the hardest. The breast plate was hung on his tail as he non-aggressively approached her. It was a difficult card for him to play, but the more sociable he was, the easier to him it came.

"This is a chest plate, so it's like a shield for your chest if you are in battle." His voice was deep, and he had odd emphasis on methodical syllables. "Wether that be love, or war."

StarshineAngel01

 

[Conrad The Mighty]

Prideful wasn't exactly among the many attributes of this large, normally grouchy guy. But when the lady that identified herself as Seraphina admired his work, he would be remiss to dismiss the warm feelings in the pit of his stomach. His smile wasn't too reflective of the welling warmth, but he dipped his head down in gratitude.

"Well thank you, Seraphina," he looked back up in the direction of her eyes, yet in a non-aggressive stance. "Unfortunately, I do not have a form to be sure it will sit correctly. Would you do me the honor of modeling this for me?"

For some, this move might seem harmless, but Azor was so rough on the outside, it came as a great surprise to females when he showed his sleek womanizing skills.

StarshineAngel01

 

[Conrad The Mighty]

Black and orange eyes dedicated a few moments to admire both the Weaver's work as well as his own upon it, both were stunning. He also wondered if Seraphina's designs would also glow in the reflection of the lava. It was an obscure thought, but it tickled his fancies for possibilities of the future.

Azor looked from side to side and made a motion with his tail to call for the plate back. "You better take that off, the rightful owner would be sick with envy. She would never be able to love it knowing that another looked so much better in it before she got a chance." Of course he was partially joking, but it was a slight variation of the truth. Never let it be said that he was a liar.

"I'm always looking for new projects. If I were to tell you that I would cut you a deal where in return you need to only share a bit of your time with me, what would you ask for me to make for you?" Sometimes the best muse can be found in the most unlikely of places, best to check under every rock and shake every tree.

StarshineAngel01

 

[Conrad The Mighty]

Azor, at first, shook his head as she offered an opportunity to exit the conversation. Normally, the fire male would have gone directly back to work, after all, he does usually have quite a long to-do list. But this was a very welcome distraction.

"Your presence comes in good timing, I am between projects at the moment. I'm afraid I don't have many samples for you to take a look at. Would you like to come in to my shop and maybe pick something out? Or do you have some soul mate I should be looking out for?" A slightly hungry smirk peaked on one side of his head. Clever B'alam.

The thought was comical, not because this beautiful B'alam wasn't deserving; but he was not the type to enter into an altercation over a female that was not already his own.

StarshineAngel01

Sorry that took so long! How do you want to wrap this up?

 

[Conrad The Mighty]

A sneer was covered by a hearty chortle as he shook his head. The thought of him finding just one female to keep his fires kindled was comical; it would take one hell of a fire ball to keep him contained. Perhaps he needed to meet every female in the realm before he could choose just one.
Azor turned to lead the dark red female to his shop, motioning for him to follow her with his tail.

There was a string of roses draped over the door, as he walked under them he ducked his head as his own form of respect to them. Once the two entered, their eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. The smell of sulfur was strong enough to cut with a knife. There were two parts to the cave, one section had castings and tools hanging on one wall and finished products on another. Necklaces, tail cuffs, jeweled drapes, and capes made entirely from Light Tribe scales. The other side had two seats, some unique needles, and drawings all over all the walls in various colors.

"Come on in." His gold pupils adapted quickly as he moved over towards the furnace. He moved some coals around with a long rod and the room became brighter and warmer. The B'alam took a slow, deep breath in as he could feel the warmth gathering in his horns. It was an indescribable feeling, but one he could not live without.

Now that she was in his arena, he wanted to see how tight to her sweet facade she could cling to.

"So, now, theoretical question: who do you think would make a better hunter? A male or a female?"

StarshineAngel01

I just realized that the reply I made to this never posted!!! I am SO sorry!!!!