vindicarthehippogriff:

pewnypl:

vindicarthehippogriff:

pewnythepony:

The hippogriff can hear the pony’s voice from inside “Coming!” and a few seconds later the door opens “Oh. Hey there Vindicar.”

Vindicar nods, standing up. “Okie. I’ll be back in about forty minutes or so.”

And indeed, in less then hour armored hippogriff lands heavily in front of Pewny’s workshop, panting heavily. “Damn, I need more practice of flyign in that thing.”

The armor seems to match the description, dark blued steel chainmail overlaid with series of blue metal plates, forming stripes on the sides, belly, and back. The chest area is covered by a simple cuirass, but there are some sort of wing covers on the sides that might require extra attention. The helmet is strapped to Vindicar’s side and not seen clearly from where pegasus is standing.

The heavy landing can be clearly heard inside the workshop, making the stallion walk out and look at the armor “My my, that’s quite the piece of work you have there, V”

“Yeah. Quite heavy piece of work. I haven’t become fully used to it.” Griffpony smirks sheepishly, his shoes clanking audibly. “So, what do you make of it?”

“Well” He moves his hoof over the chainmail parts between plates “Those parts seem like will be the easiest to clean” He goes over the wing covers “Those are more tightly packed, so it may need a more thorough use of the air pump.” He the goes over behind the griff, to the mail-only part covering his rump “Hmmmm” He pats it lightly “Yeah, that’s something between the wings and first part, it shouldn’t be problematic. I think that what I thought up should work then.”