Folka Dagger

[13:17:13] Panted softly, kicking herself, "D-damn it Sune, you had ONE JOB, ONE FUCKING JOB! Not Curse in front of his bloody kids. How was I spose to know those were his? They could been any blue eyed, blonde... pale skinned... babies...." She grumbles, sighing adn running her hand through her hair, taking the dagger from her sleeve she had for weapons, looking it over, "Eh... could... use a touch up, indeed. The bastard surely did not keep this thing in good company. Had it since he was younger... hm..." she commented, tossing it up and catching the tip in her hand, it was still balanced for the most part.

She sighs and walks over to her anvil, she didn't NEED the bloody thing, but she liked it for aesthetic purposes. She sets the blade upon it, holding her hands out, blood starting to form from her, sliding it into the metal and using the boiling properties to tak away the rust and the grime upon it, mixing it in and effectively cleaning it. She slides that ball of blood off and tosses it away, it splatting on the ground audibly, "Well... time to get to work!" She jeered happily.
(Sune Loviatar)
[13:48:48] (Rolls a 5 for repair!) The blood swam over, running intot he pockets nad pores, filling them with the natural Iron and Calcium, the grooves turning into them takingt he natural iron grams and packing them into the holes and awkward grooves. The chinks in the blade and the dulling edge were formed against rapidly. The blood smith watching over her word, tempering it, smoothing it, packing more iron in, boiling it here and there to get rid of imperfections. The effects were almost impossible to see and thus she used the mana in her blood to feel for these imperfections, these small tears int he metal, allowing for a more detail orient repair rather than metling and reforming.

She takes the left over plasma out, tossing it aside. It was time to start melding more and as she thought this, she began to crystalize the iron into the blade, hardening the blood and forming bracers against the metal within. It was not a perfect art but she was getting damned good at it and this proved to be an almost perfect repair as she tossed hte last of the excess plasma away, leaving a blade with a deep red tint to it. She grins wide, clicking her tongue, "Damn you're fucking good, Sune." she said in a cocky tone.

(Sune Loviatar)
[14:10:59] (Rolled a 2 to try and make it look... unique.) Sune, having made and awesome looking repair tot he blade tries to add some more... flare... HAH! Cause he's a Drakanite, gods she was funny. Ok cool, she'd use that joke later. Righ- oh...

Whilst joking around in her own head she was drawing in, more or less, the blade with her blood, ionizing some of the blood on the surface, she was drawing a dragon, cause ya know, drakanites. However she soon realized her art skills were.... shit. Like, truly they were shit. Shittier than the shit you get from the back of a Bull's ball sac, shit. It was bad. It wa like some sort of long necked thing with slight horns or something and weird swirly things coming from two or three big triangles one can only assume were teeth.

"Shit." She muttered.
(Sune Loviatar)