Should I tell him :: working on the forge

[Chernabog]

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I'VE LOST ALL FORM OF UNITY-

The dragoness appeared silently, only a dark shadow that picked up a stone and held in her double-thumb grip. "Must be hot enough inside the forge to melt metal. You'd need an insane amount of heat." She crooned, placing the stone atop the others for the next layer. And as Chernabog examined the forge, using whatever memory she held of those back in the dragon-ridden group she once called home, she hummed. "You need a way to fan the fire, and a spot to put items in to melt." She tilted her head, snorting.

Her pupiless eyes looked at Bakari with a notion of disgust, though hidden by the natural scowl of her face. His extravagant features would had looked nice on a dragon's body, but alas, he was a fur-thing. Not much she could hope for. With a flick of a small ear, she lowered her head to level with his. "You're new here, aren't you?"

WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE?

CHERNABOG - WESTERN DRAGON - THE PITT

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