Post by Cash on Oct 18, 2012 20:43:09 GMT -8
The hiss of quenching brass is nearly drowned out by the creaking and pings of steel being forced into a frame. The half-finished structure is already larger than life, a colossal, almost boastful figure, echoing the man it's made to represent. The only light leaks from the forge, casting demonic shadows in flickering blood-red. Brass plates are cast, polished, bolted to the steel frame, slowly becoming more than they were. Standing tall, feet planted, thumbs tucked into a broad belt, head cast back in speech or laughter. The pulsing light obscures as much as it shows, what may be horns resolve into sculpted hair, what might be digitigrade legs revealed as thick leggings. In the final steps, a legend is deeply engraved in the base of the monument.
"A storm in his heart, and in his voice. Ruled by his passions, and in the end, destroyed by them. We shall not see his like again."
"A storm in his heart, and in his voice. Ruled by his passions, and in the end, destroyed by them. We shall not see his like again."