-- [[ Declan ,, Lyric ]] --

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Declan pounded on the horseshoe with the hammer. Clang, flip, clang, flip. Over and over and over again. This was the type of thing that irritated him.Clang, flip, clang, flip. The man kept muttering nonsense to himself, just to calm himself down. He tossed the finished horseshoe into the bag and picked up around four sacks of materials he had to deliver. Horseshoes and weapons, those are the usual orders. He worked as a blacksmith in his own shop, and was probably the best in Kiyer. He'd built this shop from the ground up, and perfected anything to do with it. His emerald green eyes searched the small shop again and he loaded up his saddle bags. He didn't mind deliveries. It gave him something to do. He stepped out the door and packed up his large black Friesian named Keegan. He was a good horse. Declan patted his side and sighed, "Just wait a while. Deliveries later." He continued to pound at the last horseshoe, swearing under his breath as it refused to take the right shape. Eventually, the man got feed up with it. "Damn it!" He yelled, picking up the horseshoe and whipping it through the window. The glass shattered everywhere, making Keegan flatten his ears in annoyance. He was used to Declan's ways, but it still irritated him some. The window had been shattered many times before. He kicked the table over and growled useless cuss words.

After a while of pacing and yelling, punching the wall a couple times and ruining some more things, he calmed down, sitting on the edge of his bed. But it didn't last to long, he always had to have something to do. He lifted himself up and opened up shop, to let some sunlight in. People stopped to watch him work every now and then, not that he minded. The man grabbed the big hunk of metal he'd been heating up in the embers. He quickly began to shape it into a long sword, the hot steel bending and curving into a blade. It cooled fast, now ready to be sharpened. He took the hilt he'd been working on and attached them easily, impressed by his work on the hilt. It was swirling into many designs and shapes to form a small dragon, the wings sprawling out as if it were going to fly. It was beautiful to look at and comfortable to hold, with good weight and a nice grip. He would not keep the sword for himself, though, but sell it to someone who could pay a nice price. Declan began to sharpen the sword, driving it across the metal at an angle to push it to a needle-sharp state.

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[Deidra]

The black beast strode out of the stables and into the stable yard, his giant hooves beating a rhythmic tattoo against the cobblestone. His rider, a young woman, looked almost like a small boy from behind in the clothing she chose to wear on a daily basis. She was a soldier and she was almost always dressed in the training attire. This consisted on beige men’s pants, boots, leather leg guards, a leather belt to hold the pants upon her womanly hips, a small men’s beige shirt tied tightly to her body with bailing twine, her leather breast plates strapped into place over her shirt and leather arm guards. Shetan gave a small rear as he neared a man, the stallion detested men, all men. The man wisely moved away from the giant black stallion as he made his way across the drawbridge and off towards the village of Kiyer.

It did not take long for them to inter into the village Shetan sidestepping and snapping viscously at any male in their path. Lyric gathered the reins tighter within her hands and whispered to the stallion until he calmed somewhat. She had been leaned forward for much of the ride, the black stallion towering over the people as his stood seventeen hands or higher. Now, as she approached the reason she even ventured out into the village, she heard a crash and the sound of break glass and then the doors opened to the blacksmith’s shop. A smirk played at her lips as the dismounted from Shetan and tied him to a post. Lyric walked over to the man, known as Declan, and spoke “Well sir, you might wanna think about not throwing stuff through windows.” Her tone was polite though her smirk showed she was obviously messing with the man.

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Declan finished sharpening the dragon sword, flipping it around in his hand. He touched the blade to his forearm, and wiped the blood away as it sliced a clean cut from just barely touching his skin. Yes, this was a sharp blade. Pleased with his creation, he set it next to his other 'ready to sell' materials. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stared through his shaggy brown hair at the hole in the window, then at the cut on his arm. He wiped away the blood once again and smirked to himself. One drive from that blade would kill a man no problem, to bad he couldn't keep it himself. He made just enough money off of his murchendise to get by on buying materials and food, hardly any extra. But it was just the way things were, and forever would be.

Keegan grunted and nudged him harshly when a women rode up on a hulking black beast, about the size of Keegan give or take a few inches. The women that sat atop him was dressed curiously like a man. He rolled his eyes and shook his hair out of his eyes to get a better look at her. "Well, ma'am, you might want to think of controling that beast of yours." He said with no expression on his face, staring up at her with sparkling emerald eyes. For one crazy second, the women reminded him of his sister, but without the sweet, comforting part to her. He rubbed Keegan's neck and gazed up at her once again, "Can I help you? Or are to just here to annoy me, because I have work to do."