He was a man standing on his weak legs, never sure how they supported his wide frame and thick arms. He was not a handsome man, he wasn't ugly either, the man was an average man with scars across his arms and face from too many days standing over red hot metal with a hammer slamming down in a timed rhythm. The music of the blacksmith sending up showers of sparks and hot metal often times to land on his bare flesh searing and scaring the skin wherever it landed. Most would cover themselves but this man was different he loved the heat, the feeling of burning metal on his soft fragile skin. The man kept pounding away at the hot metal he could feel the metal getting cooler and cooler until he was hammering a blob of hard steel.<br/><br/>Bloodscale woke up on a pile of cold coals and and melted gold, the smell of a fire that had burned out mere hours ago lingered in the air. He yawned opening his mouth as far as it would go letting out a wisp of smoke as the muscles under his scales rippled and stretched. Taking a deep breath Bloodscale built the fire up in his chest until it was burning white then let it out in a concentrated stream aimed underneath him. The coals glowed as the fire brought them to life and helped to melt the gold. He stretched out his claws and dug them into the bed of hot coal and gold relishing the feel of heat and metal between his scaled claws. Bloodscale casually glanced around the room, it was a large cavern filled with the tools of his trade. His bed of coals and gold was safely tucked in the back of the cave, if you came into the cave you would see a furnace against the wall just inside the cave with a chimney going up the wall and trailing along the ceiling until it ended outside allowing smoke to ventilate out of the cave. A small hole was in the side of the furnace allowing for a series of different bellows, He could now breathe fire of any kind of heat but his lung capacity only lasted for so long and some pieces needed time to slowly heat up. The various bellows were stacked neatly next to the furnace. A trench filled with running cold water ran right past the furnace a barrel sat next to the trench allowing for special quenching methods. An anvil sat next to the furnace with hammers sitting on the wall next to it. He had no need for tongs his body now invulnerable to fire. A long table sat against the opposite wall various tools strung along the walls files, chisels, auger bits, drifts, and various molds.<br/><br/>Bloodscale sighed and stretched out his twenty foot wingspan the tips of his wings brushing against either wall. He stretched out his front claws as far as he could and gripped the ground as he walked his front half forward until his back legs were stretched behind him. Once he was all stretched out he stood up five and a half feet tall at the shoulder his neck and head extending another full foot over his shoulders. From the tip of his tale to the tip of his snout he was seven feet long. sharp solid spines stuck out of his back at every vertebra marking the length of his spine and tail. Bloodscale had a long day ahead of him, he had some new designs specifically for the dragonkin's new anatomy and he couldn't build and fit them without help. There was a skilled blacksmith in the closest town that seemed like the best choice for what he had in mind. He grabbed a satchel with design plans in it and slung it over his back before Bloodscale walked out of the cave and into the courtyard, it stretched about fifty feet across and fifty feet from the entrance to his cave to the edge of the cliff. He quickly crossed the courtyard to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The cliff overlooked the main keep for the dragonkin, he kept his forge and house away from the rest of the kin. Bloodscale enjoyed the solitude, and the rest of the keep enjoyed not having the sounds of his forge ringing whenever he felt the urge to hammer and shape metal for whatever new design popped into his head. The town was a good three day horse ride from the keep Bloodscale smiled as he figure it would take him at most three hours to fly there if the winds were in his favor.<br/><br/>He perched on the edge of the cliff claws dug into the stone and dirt wings spread feeling the wind currents blowing past him. He smiled as he felt the wind moving fast southwards toward the town. He raised up his wings and brought them down with force wind raising up underneath him causing loose dirt to billow behind him. He steadily increased the speed and strength of his wings flapping until he was into a smooth rhythm he then gripped the edge of the cliff hard and propelled himself off of it. He fell straight down the wind blowing past his scales as he started pulling up and gliding through the air. He drifted until he found a updraft and used it to propel himself to a higher altitude and headed south the rhythmic sound of his wings fading from the fort. He quickly sped through the air drifting from updraft to updraft flapping his wings during the updrafts to maintain an acceptable altitude while conserving his strength by gliding to the next updraft and using the wind to push himself faster and faster. As he flew he could see other creatures of flight in the air with him he loved seeing birds flying close to him. One hawk flew right next to him screeching out the joy of flight. Bloodscale spat a burst of flame at the hawk and snatched up the charred corpse before it had a chance to fall. Bloodscale loved seeing birds fly close to him they were very tasty, very easy things to snack on.<br/><br/>Within two hours he could see the smoke from the town gathered above it as if it were an ominous cloud. The smoke from the individual chimneys slowly swirling together until they were one just hanging above the town slowly disappointing when a gust of wind happened to blow by. Bloodscale slowly drifted down until he was able to land safely on the ground legs bending under his weight as he landed. He was about a ten minute walk from town he took that time to think over his designs and what last minute adjustments he might want to add. He barely noticed then the soft dirt and rocks turned to cobble stones underneath is claws. Eventually the clicking and clacking of his claws on the cobblestones caught his attention and he realized he was already deep into the town. Casually looking around to get his bearings in the flood of filthy humans, assortment of food stores packed so close together that the smells just combined into one smell so strange he wasn't sure if it was good or bad, and the sounds of overly eager peddlers trying to offload their second hand crap for three times the price of well made items. Luckily the smith he was looking for was just down the road. Bloodscale pushed through what little of the crowd that didn't automatically move out of his way. He reached the smith but one look and he could tell it was empty but the heat from the smith told him it hadn't been long since the man left. Thinking it was a better idea to wait for him then to try and search for him in the chaos of the town. He was about to step into the blacksmiths area when he noticed the bear traps surrounding it he quickly pulled back his foot before it touched the one he was about to step on. Bloodscale sat carefully outside of the ring of bear traps tail twitching slightly as he was annoyed at having to wait outside for the guy.