Post by resolution on Jan 25, 2009 3:17:07 GMT -5
P R O F I L E ; ;
Name: Hephaestus
Gender: Male
God of: fire and forge
A U D I T I O N ; ;
The air was still in the dank cave, undisturbed for hundreds of years. It was a solemn place which contained traces of someone residing there once before but it was hard to tell and these traces were faint. If you were to observe the cave closely you would notice that along the walls were vague trails of black soot and scorches and there were twisted pieces of metal on the ground. It was a strange place since humans did not live in this world. How did these small traces of fire and metal come to get in this cave?
Nothing could be heard and all was silent when suddenly there came a steady pounding and it became identifiable as the sound of a horse’s hooves against cracked ground. A shadow fell across the cave as in stepped a horse so colossal that many had predicted he was at the very least 18 hands high. Instead of a long silky mane, his mane was a continuous stream of fire rising up into the sky and his banner was fashioned out of fire as well though instead of rising, it hung down like a normal tail would. It was rumored that his fiery mane was usually harmless but it could be as deadly as real fire if he wanted it to be. His fur was painted a dark bay like a normal horse’s but on each foot he had a white sock leading to his hooves which were an incredible sight. His two back hooves were slightly malformed which is said to be because he was thrown from the heavens as a child because of how unattractive he was. His front left foot was crimson red and according to legend was used to heat up metals and could be heated up to unimaginable temperatures. His front right foot was made of an alloy that only he knew how to make and was exceptionally hard but not so hard that when he worked with metals they would shatter under it’s strength. His name was Hephaestus and he was God of fire and forge
Letting out an ear-splitting whinny, Hephaestus lowered his muzzle and parted his jaws. There was a heavy thunk as a shiny rock dropped to the cave floor. Letting out a rumbling sigh, he lowered his nose till it barely touched the rock and at first nothing appeared to happen. Then slowly the useless rocks fell away, merging into the cave floor leaving twisting pieces of leftover metal. Lifting his nose away, he lightly touched the metals with his left hoof and for a second, the hoof became such a bright white that it was blinding but it disappeared as instantaneously as it came and once it was gone, the twisting metal was burning as brightly as Hephaestus’ mane.
Snorting in satisfaction, Hephaestus lifted his right hoof and began to beat the metal together, compacting it into smaller and smaller shapes. Occasionally he would touch the metal with his left foot to make it hot again but he worked quickly and only needed to a few times. It was not a long project and soon he stepped back to admire his work and there lay a small iron heart, still glowing in the heat of Hephaestus’ hoof. Lifting it carefully with his teeth, he trotted out of the cave and galloped towards the home of Aphrodite, slowing as he saw her sleeping in the distance. She was a beautiful sight even from a distance and he felt almost lucky to have her.
He slowed to a trot and then a quiet walk and then stopped barely a few feet away from her. He dared not wake her up but he smiled lovingly at her anyways. He dropped the iron heart onto the grassy next to her and whispered gruffly, “I’ll be back soon my love.” He wished to bury his head into her mane and give her a proper goodbye but this would have to do for now. Shaking his head in grief, he turned and began to trot away and then gallop, not even glancing back to take one last look at his mate.