dwarven war knife

The thick forest was eerily quite as the moon beamed thru in spotty places. He sat still, waiting, watching and listening to the deafening quite, hoping for one small glimpse of the fabled creature of lore, said to roam these woods. Lost in his thoughts, time seemed to stand still and for one brief moment, he saw a flitting movement out of the corner of his eye. He held his breath and tried to focus his senses toward the motion. Was his mind playing tricks on him or had he seen movement just beyond the trees? He could hear his heart beating and knew that the slightest movement would cause the creature to run. His nose told him the musky scent of the creature was close, but how close? The moonlight slivers of light danced with the treetops, causing shadows to come alive. His hand trembled as he reached for his Grandfather's hand forged blade belted at his left. (yes... this guy is a lefty, take note bladesmiths, lefty sheaths are needed!) He grasp the blade gently, sliding it out of the ancient sheath, handmade by his grandfather. His senses were on high alert and the hair on his neck stood up. Slowing his breath with a deep inhale his muscles relaxed ever so slightly and then he leapt, uncoiling like a spring wound too tight, toward the movement and let out a primordial yell. Thrashing and slashing, he swung the blade, knowing this was his chance to dance in the moonlight. His death dance or the creature's, it didn't matter. This night, this time, the Dwarven War Knife would have its vengeance!
 
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rworthan said:
The thick forest was eerily quite as the moon beamed thru in spotty places. He sat still, waiting, watching and listening to the deafening quite, hoping for one small glimpse of the fabled creature of lore, said to roam these woods. Lost in his thoughts, time seemed to stand still and for one brief moment, he saw a flitting movement out of the corner of his eye. He held his breath and tried to focus his senses toward the motion. Was his mind playing tricks on him or had he seen movement just beyond the trees? He could hear his heart beating and knew that the slightest movement would cause the creature to run. His nose told him the musky scent of the creature was close, but how close? The moonlight slivers of light danced with the treetops, causing shadows to come alive. His hand trembled as he reached for his Grandfather's hand forged blade belted at his left. (yes... this guy is a lefty, take note bladesmiths, lefty sheaths are needed!) He grasp the blade gently, sliding it out of the ancient sheath, handmade by his grandfather. His sensed were on high alert and the hair on his neck stood up. Slowing his breath with a deep inhale his muscles relaxed ever so slightly and then he leapt, uncoiling like a spring wound too tight, toward the movement and let out a primordial yell. Thrashing and slashing, he swung the blade, knowing this was his chance to dance in the moonlight. His death dance or the creature's, it didn't matter. This night, this time, the Dwarven War Knife would have its vengeance!
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Awesome! :eek:😍 And I will steal it! :D
Btw, I would gladly make a lefty sheath for it, if someone would ask ;)
 
It is yours to have! When I see another blade that "speaks to me" I will buy it and get a lefty sheath from you. Struggling with my "disposable" Fun money for knives right now, but I will be getting one of yours in the near future for sure!
 
rworthan said:
It is yours to have! When I see another blade that "speaks to me" I will buy it and get a lefty sheath from you. Struggling with my "disposable" Fun money for knives right now, but I will be getting one of yours in the near future for sure!
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It has been stolen! :D

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Yeah, I sure can relate to that. From time to time, I have this "speaks to me" moments as well.
I will be at your service if the time comes.
 
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