in love with the risk + intro

[MICK]

A leather brace lay atop a stone worktable in the central plaza. Fastened to the rim was a mechanism that, when pulled by way of mouth, would produce a serrated steel blade. Although the sawtooth indentations in the blade happened to be well-worn and rusted, they were sharp enough to nick the feline in the cheek as he put the finishing touches on his weapon. But he was satisfied in his pain. For it to be dangerous enough to inadvertently draw his blood, he knew that it would make for a cunning weapon in the heat of battle.

A simple tune rumbled in the feline's throat as he licked his paw and wiped the part of his face which stung. He would snort as he observed the redness that clung to his silver fur. "Ought to be careful around this toy," he silently mused, before pulling back on the mechanism and sheathing the blade for the time being. Though he worked in the shade of a canopy tent, the cat found himself panting on account of the arid heat. He much preferred the canopy provided by the Pitt's jungle regions - perhaps when everything was done and dusted, he could test his tool on some mushrooms, or perhaps a very tall fern.

All in all, the switchblade-bracer (or switch-bracer for short) was finished. After two days' worth of work, adding the last of the adornments today, all that needed to be done now was testing the thing out. Mick slipped his right paw into the piece and tightened the laces with a pull from his mouth. It clung to him like honey, which wasn't a problem - apart from the fact that he'd forgotten to implement an easy way to loosen it. Moving on to the mechanism, he gave it a yank and nigh lacerated his very throat as the blade sprung forth.

"Excellent," the tabby meowed, completely ignoring the wound on his cheek in his triumph.