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[Hazzyrdous]

The Carriage made its lonely way up the snow covered and cobbled street as the sound of the heavy hoofbeats on the stone echoed against the buildings around them. The Blacksmith pulled the train of horses to a halt just outside his boarded up building, sighing with satisfaction as his long trip to the neighboring lands to acquire the more sought after and rare metals that he had been in search for was an unqualified success. Jumping down and removing the "Closed till January" Sign he had posted to the door and making a note to vist the town register to ensure he had left enough to cover both the rent and taxes his building would have acrued in his absence, he unlocked the heavy front door...eager to start moving his stock back inside.

The first order of business he saw was to get the fires lit and stoked, the month he had been away had left his usually warm and cheery shop cold and uninviting. Setting to this task immediately as he was eager to get his shop back into the business of seeing to the needs of the people that were his favorite customers. His travels and doings had left him a bit more hardened ..his physical labors giving him an even more impressive stature than before, though one look at his gentle face would leave no passing impression of an imposing nature. His eyes had the slight wrinkle of too much squinting while laughing..and his cheeks almost always seemed to tint the white fur upon them with his jolly blush.

Yes, he thought, it would be good to be home once again.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Mayfield]

A mountain lion was walking through the streets dressed in her winter outfit. All of the shops and stores were filled with warmth and light as she passed them. It wasn't until she noticed one particular shop that she had stopped. Looking at it, she smiled. The lioness had passed by the shop many times and hadn't seen it open in a while. Wanting to meet a friend of her's, she quickly walked across the road and to the shop.
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"I have currently run out of fucks to give." - Me

My FA

---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield

[Hazzyrdous]

The sound of the chimes on the door sounding as she walked in brought his attention to his first visitor to his humble shop, inwardly greatful that his first action was to start the forge fire and allow the shop to warm up considerably, his own winter coat hanging by the stand beside the door and his considerably muscular frame covered in just the sturdy leather pants and his blacksmithing apron.

Well if I live and breathe! Here I thought I would have a few more hours before I had my first visitor! Setting down the heavy crate of iron that he had been moving to the back, he walked over to the nubile lioness and wrapped her in an affectionate if not enthusiastic hug..nearly lifting her up off of her paws in one sweeping motion.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Mayfield]

"Augh! It's nice to see you again too Marco." the lioness wheezed out as the Kodiak hugged her. She hugged him back the best she could but did not have the breath for it.
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"I have currently run out of fucks to give." - Me

My FA

---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield

[Hazzyrdous]

*His eyes widened as he heard her gasping breath..setting her down and brushing off her coat as he gave her a sheepish grin.* I am sooo sorry, Miss Rhoda. I have had so little contact with civilized folk I sometimes forget my own strength...but please..make yourself comfortable! I have some tea brewing to warm my bones and you are more than welcome to share some with me. Tis good to have company!" Quickly he walked over to the steaming kettle set upon the forge...two porceline cups set beside the lip as he made a second serving of tea for his guest.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Mayfield]

"It's alright. Just not used to it I guess." Rhoda said panting slightly as she caught her breath. Taking her coat and scarf off, she hung them up on a coat rack by the door "So, Marco, what have you been up to? I haven't seen you in little over a month."
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"I have currently run out of fucks to give." - Me

My FA

---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield

[Hazzyrdous]

He smiled as he brought her the sweet jasmine tea that he had intended on bringing over to her home once he had settled in..." Well, as much as this region has been nothing but good to me, the local ore market is slightly lacking, so I made a trip to the Barony to the East, They have such an abundance of Iron ore and Silver that it is worth the month it takes me to travel back and forth, not to mention the actual mining. " He grinned..pulling the dustcover off of one of the chairs he kept in the back area and bringing it over for her to use...leaning against the counter behind him as he looked her over at liesure. "You seem to have gotten even lovelier in my absence."
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Mayfield]

Rhoda blushed at Marco's compliment "Why thank you Marco. That's sweet." she said sitting down in the chair and putting her hands in her lap "So did you get all of the metals you needed?" the lioness inquired, being curious as she was.
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"I have currently run out of fucks to give." - Me

My FA

---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield

[Hazzyrdous]

*Grinned as he was more than willing to satisfy her curiosity as it allowed him to show off his finds. * As a matter of fact I did find some truly wonderous materials. I was able to acquire some rather exquisite platinum samples from a local dealer and I am almost beside myself with the possiblities. I was actually thinking of crafting a rather beautiful necklace for you come to think of it..something to complement that magnificent bust of yours...which might I add, kept me rather warm on more than a few nights. At least the memory of it did. * he smirked as he was unable to keep from flirting with the lionness. Moving to stand and walk over to the crate which he kept his molds and dies that he had accumulated in his travels, he brought out several small lengths of wire platinum.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Hazzyrdous]

Off to work for me..will be back late tonight to continue.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Mayfield]

"Wait... platinum? Isn't that one of the rarest metals on Earth? I didn't know they were still mining for." the lioness said. She seemed really curious about the rare metal, having heard of it but never fully been able to study it mainly because of it's expense.
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"I have currently run out of fucks to give." - Me

My FA

---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield

[Hazzyrdous]

Marco chuckled as he turned back to face her. "Platinum is extremely rare and would have normally been too expensive for me to even entertain the thought of purchasing, but I know a Canine in Eastbank. He and I once were soldiers and I might have kept him out of trouble a few times...he feels like he owes me his life or some such nonsense and making me a deal with this platinum was his way of balancing the scales in his eyes. I made his daughter a lovely windchime while I was visiting with him. Such a beautiful little angel she was." Marco smiled fondly as he remembered how the young pup's eyes had brightened seeing the windchime he had created.

Taking his cup back into his massive hand and sipping lightly at the steaming tea within he turned his attention back to Rhoda. "I trust things have been well for you during my time abroad? Any tales of mischief that you'd like to share with a foolish old bear?"
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Silvador]

Missy knocked lightly on the door as she pushed it open.

"Hello?" she called with a light, musical voice.

The female Clydesdale had arrived in the town not more than a couple of hours ago. Having settled at the Inn temporarily, she'd set out into the town to absorb the sights. Upon seeing that the blacksmith was open, she decided to treat herself to some new shoes.
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[Hazzyrdous]

The sound of the mare's voice was a perfect harmony to the tinkling of the windchimes he had set above the door to announce visitors, clapping his hands together at the arrival of yet another visitor, he inwardly thanked God himself for such good fortune. "Good morning and welcome, Miss! Please...come in and make yourself comfortable! I am Marco Antonio Hazzardi, and my guest here is Miss Rhoda. Is there something I might be able to help you with?" He straightened his posture up to his full and imposing height, though the expression on his face ruined whatever menace might have been imagined as his smile nearly encompassed his muzzle.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Silvador]

The mare's sapphire blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at him.

"I've come to buy some new shoes," she said. Grasping the silk dress that surrounded her long legs, she lifted it slightly, revealing her hooves to the blacksmith.
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[Hazzyrdous]

*brushing his massive hands upon his leather apron as he picked up another chair and set it to the side of the smiling mare, he bowed and gave her a pleasant if not boyish grin. "If you would please have a seat so that I may have a look at the work that was done before. I am a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to the work I do." Waiting for her to be seated before he knelt down before her, his massive shoulders and bulky arms moving almost effortlessly as his hands lifted her hoof ..one hand supporting her calf with a gentle touch as he lifted her hoof up for his inspection.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Silvador]

The beautiful white mare sat, lifting her dress to her knees. With a smile, she nodded her head to the lioness.

"Hello. My name is Missy," the Clydesdale said. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Sitting down, she adjusted her dress, making sure not to accidentally flash the blacksmith. Her dress was white silk with a slight silvery tint to it that made it shimmer. The edges were trimmed with silver stitching that made a small pattern all the way around her hems. From her waist down, the dress hung loosely with many ruffles. From the waist up, it hugged her body tightly, displaying her light and slightly muscular figure. The top of her large perky bust was revealed as the dress' neckline plunged down from the edge of her shoulders.

Her shoes were a little more worn than typical, but the work was above average.
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[Hazzyrdous]

Marco spent a moment checking the quality of the shoes and how they had been fastened to the mare's hooves..noting to himself that the work had been done rather well, though his modesty could allow that his work would be a far fashion better and perhaps he could even out do his own personal best. However he was not a blind man, and once again, he was reminded that Bon Bon was indeed in no danger of running out of breathtakingly beautiful femmes in the near future, the two examples currently in his store were proof of that indeed. A blush of embarassment colored his cheeks as he was reminded that he appeared to be a barbarian in the presence of noblewomen, even on his best day he could barely pass for anything more than a commoner..and yet..these two femmes took his breath away..if not with the sheer desire that coursed through the kodiak's blood at the sight of their curves and the scent of them within his store...but for the way they carried themselves. Clearing his throat as he gently set her hoof back down, he smiled and stretched slightly.."I believe I have something that would do just nicely...but I can also make some custom shoes if you so desire?
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Mayfield]

"Rhoda. Rhoda Mayfield. It's a pleasure to meet you Missy. And no, you weren't interrupting anything.I was just stopping in to see a friend." the lioness said with a warm smile to the both of them as she held out her hand to Missy.
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"I have currently run out of fucks to give." - Me

My FA

---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield

[Hazzyrdous]

*returned the smile freely as he moved to one corner of the store, his muscular arms flexing as he easily move one crate after another as he spoke to the both of them...each box moved had to easily weight the same as a furre his size but he lifted them with such ease..*

Indeed, Miss Rhoda was one of the first of the towns denizens to give me a ..* he blushed as he remembered the events of that night vividly..glad suddenly that his back was turned * a very warm welcome. and one fondly remembered...
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Mayfield]

"Yes, it was quite the.. vivid night. Wouldn't you say Marco?" Rhoda said almost teasingly with a coyish smile.
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"I have currently run out of fucks to give." - Me

My FA

---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield

[Hazzyrdous]

* the smile that lit up the bear's muzzle could have lit an entire valley, lifting the box he had been looking for and thankful that it hid the lower portion of his torso less he end up being rather rude to his two fairer guests..he took it over to the workshop table and opened it...taking out the specimens of platinum and also the selection of horse shoes he had intented to show Missy, several plain but a few with a bit more intricate work. " It was indeed, Miss Rhoda...You made me feel...very welcome...several times that night. Though I think the sentiment was returned with equal vigor..." giving her a playful smirk in return
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Silvador]

Missy took the lioness' hand and shook it.

"It sounds like the two of you had quite the time," the mare said slyly, a knowing glint in her eyes.

She shifted in her seat, adjusting herself slightly, and lifted her dress just a fraction higher. Now a third of the way up her thighs, Missy stopped holding the fabric, allowing it to drape over her legs by itself. Meshing her fingers together, the mare rested her hands in her lap to make sure it continued to hide what was beneath.
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[Hazzyrdous]

Whether it was the heat from the stoked fire of his forge, the topic of conversation, or perhaps it was the sight of both of the femme's rather spectacular cleavages and the expanse of thigh that the Mare was showing ..but suddenly Marco's voice squeaked as he spoke. "Would you ...ahem...I mean..would you care to look at the selection I have for you to chose from, Missy?" he resisted the urge to cover his face with his paw with a look to Rhoda to see if she caught his slip.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Silvador]

Missy stifled a giggle and stood up, her dress falling back into place. She moved gracefully over to the bear and stood next to him.

"Custom shoes sound lovely. But I am afraid I am at a loss. What exactly is it that makes a horse shoe custom?" the mare asked in her lady-like, musical voice.
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Fursonas: http://tinyurl.com/yzcsyug

[Hazzyrdous]

*Struggled to maintain a modicum of professionalism as he practically pressed himself against the counter to hide any indications that his thoughts were on her rather impressive curves..instead trying to focus upon her question.."You see..like any other Furre, Equines are unique, your hooves are no less so. I would take a measurement of your hooves, determine where the most support would be needed...and then, perhaps to give it its own flare...add a bit of ornate work to it, perhaps a bit of silver overlay upon the rim of it...but the emphasis would be on providing you with the protection and support without sacrificing comfort.* slowly he took out the half dozen samples that he would usually provide, two in iron, two in steel, and the last two a cross between a horseshoe and a high heel with silver ornate roses on the side of them done with an etcher's tool ..
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Silvador]

Missy's eyes glittered as she looked at the horse shoes.

"I wonder," the mare said softly to herself before turning to the bear and pressing her ample, perky bust against his arm. "Is it possible for horse shoes to be made from gold?" Missy inquired, using her charm not to sway the business deal, but to her own amusement, trying to further tease the blacksmith.
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Fursonas: http://tinyurl.com/yzcsyug

[Hazzyrdous]

*gulped as he felt her soft and full breasts press against his arm...the fur covering his cheeks growing a soft pink as he fought to hold a coherent thought in his head..." As a decorative element.....yes...but only for that...Gold would not stand up to the normal wear and tear that iron or steel would and could even deform as you wear it. If your heart is set on gold...I could design some artistic additions to a solid steel or iron base.
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi

[Silvador]

"That sounds lovely," the mare said, clinging to the blacksmith's arm so that it squashed between her breasts.
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Fursonas: http://tinyurl.com/yzcsyug

[Hazzyrdous]

*licked his lips, finding them dry as he found himself lost in those sparkling saphire jewels that were her eyes...turning his torso to face her, forgetting the reason he had done so as he whispered horsely (no pun intended) It would take me some time to do the actual ...work...I wouldn't want to ....rush..into such a job..
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Marco Antonio Hazzardi