Minnesotan man builds the world’s first 3D printed concrete castle in his backyard
September 1, 2014
In Minnesota, contractor Andrey Rudenko is currently working on a project of gargantuan proportions that seems to be stretching and exploring the limits of 3D printing technology. Using a printer that was substantially modified and expanded, he has printed a concrete castle in his own backyard. And at 3 by 5 meters, this concrete structure is the world’s first 3D printed concrete castle, and one of the largest objects that has, up till now, ever printed with 3D printing technology. ~3ders.org/articles/20140826-minnesotan-world-first-3d-printed-concrete-castle-in-his-own-backyard.html
September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers!
Wow, who can believe it's nearing Autumn time? Hasn't this year just flown by at jet speed?
Anyway, here's the next episode starring Sharra and Jerod. Their flash scene began last week and was titled: She Shot the Triceratops, But She Did Not Shoot the Owner
She pointed her finger like a dagger at the tall, rogue prince of a man.
Sharra aimed her gun at the ground, and flung her head up at the man's inane question. Granted his voice rolled over her like black velvet and smooth whisky combined, but that hardly dampened the firestorm of anger just waiting to explode at the real culprit, the dino's owner.
"You!" She pointed her finger like a dagger at the tall, rogue prince of a man. Sharra's eyes narrowed to mere slits as she slowly and deliberately approached. "Your despicable pet has been devouring my roses. Every single one of the them." She bit off every word, and swallowed it whole.
"What are you going to do about it?" she demanded, stabbing her finger into the handsome shield that was the man's chest. He wore a chamois like material that defined his impressive muscles and was a rich brown in color.
"Quoff," the man's stern voice, although low, seemed to boom off the walls of his unusual castle... and what a splendiferous structure. A part of Sharra was entranced, even enchanted. Still, not enough to assuage her red-hot fury.
Sharra watched as Quoff's owner pinned the small triceratops with his gaze. "Did you eat the lady's rose blooms?"
If a dinosaur could look sheepish, Quoff achieved it. For an instant, anyway. Rising, the dino lowered his massive head contritely, and ambled on thick legs toward his owner. He placed his horn in the man's open palm in what appeared to Sharra's eye, to be an act of 'I'm sorry'.
But heaven above only knew, she thought sourly. It didn't bring back her fatally consumed roses. Summer was near its end, and with the recent, unseasonable Montana cold snap, well, there'd be no more blooms.
The rogue prince, as Sharra already thought of him, not knowing his name, wrapped his strong, but leanly formed hand around the triceratops' sizeable horn. Given her artist's soul, Sharra couldn't help but notice the beautiful golden-brown color of his skin.
Determined to stop the pet triceratops from further rose-eating misadventures, Sharra tossed her wind-ravaged hair and scowled as formidably as she could when his gaze focused on her face again. Eyes that glinted like diamonds, but shone like a green-gray ocean during sunset, fully met her ready glare.
"I must apologize," he paused, his gaze briefly roaming over her face. "I keep a garden of rose bushes specifically for my pets. Perhaps, it is not enough."
"Evidently not." Sharra cast her gaze down at Quoff, who merely blinked. The somewhat cute -- she begrudgingly admitted -- dino hadn't moved. Maybe because of his owner's firm grip on his horn. She had no clue who was physically stronger. Clearly, the rogue prince was no ordinary human. Yet her sixth sense gave her no clue what he was in the realm of all possible humans on Earth.
"May I know your name?" he asked disarmingly. With a slight click of his heels, he announced, "I am Zerod. House of the Dawn Vhonguard."
"Sharra," she blasted at him, then planted her fists on her hips, her gun riding one of them. "In the future I suggest you keep a closer watch on your pet. Or I may be forced to take measures neither you or he will like."
"The deployment of magick, may I assume?" He raised a dark brow.
"Yes," she snapped. "Given this gun is obviously useless against your pet's dinosaur hide."
Lost in the woman's deep turquoise eyes that held fiery glints of gold, Zerod concentrated on keeping his tongue working well enough to speak. And by the gods! he wanted his mouth searing hers with kiss after kiss. With a mental groan, he stomped down the other lusty images of what he wanted to do once the Sharra decorated his bed.
"Quoff has a hard head and a tougher hide, true," he offered. "If you'll tell me the variety of rose he has been dining on I'll have the castle gardener include it."
"Better," the gorgeous witch softened her glare, but her tone was pure acid, "if you'll send your gardener to my cottage, I'll provide cuttings." She glanced down at Quoff. "Anything to stop his plunder. You ate the last one, didn't you, you bad beast."
Zerod watched his pet roll an eye at her, then quickly fasten his gaze on him again. "Of course, Sharra, if you'll give me directions."
"Just put Quoff here, on a titanium chain, then follow." Her fire-devouring gaze met his again. "I'm certain he knows the way."
Tell you the way, his pet quickly mind-spoke.
"Perhaps, I can think of a way for Quoff to do proper penitence on your behalf."
The gorgeous witch with Celtic-beautiful features quirked a doubtful brow. "Why is he running around anyway? Out in the open? Not like surveillance satellites aren't everywhere in this day and age."
"A tiny secret. His hide reflects in a manner that makes him invisible to electronic spying." Zerod grinned in a way some described as 'cocky', even as he observed understanding dawn on Sharra's face. "Similar to Quoff, doesn't your unicorn's horn shield you?"
"Granted. That's true, since you already know." Sharra took a step back, as if preparing to jump astride her black unicorn, and leave. "But why are you letting him off-leash, so to speak. Only the Goddess knows what other trouble he's caused."
"Quoff keeps watch over who comes and goes. Vital for protecting my people and our animals. However, he has overstepped his boundaries, and will be disciplined."
His pet's squeaky grunt of protest caused Zerod to frown and give him a reprimanding look. Not for long. He rapidly gazed back at the witch who had his loins in a savage twist of need. By the gods, he wanted her.
"Discipline, that's good. I'll just be on my way." Sharra backed toward her unicorn who snacked on the leaves of the ancient berry bush, one equines of all types adored, and why it had been planted near the drawbridge. "I've already warned you about what will happen if Quoff raids my garden and chomps down any more of my roses."
"Would you care for a tour of my rose garden?" Zerod fired the only verbal arrow he had left in his quiver.
"Another time, perhaps," she began, continuing to move backward.
About to spin around and mount her unicorn, he watched Sharra throw her head back gazing into the early afternoon sky. Seconds later, an enormous shadow crossed his grounds, the wingspan so huge, Zerod released Quoff's horn fast, and instinctively seized hold of Sharra to protect her.
"Oh no," she breathed out, not fighting his hold. Almost frozen against him, she uttered, "We're all in danger."
TO BE CONTINUED... maybe...
Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance