Often I’m debated, determined a fallacy or legacy. Some find me essential. Some find me obtuse and ridiculous at times. Everyone fawns over me for my beauty for I am made by the hand.

Made from a metamorphic rock, old skool teachers still use me to help get their ideas across. I will be covered in dust until a sponge returns me to my matte black, maybe green, finish.

I am not female nor male, but I share in name. I am not plate or pad, but I am in-between. I am not whole, but I am forged ring by ring. I am not weak, I am but steel. Wear me now, for I save from others steel. What am I?

Your ride or die as you need With horns or wings, I am a mythical being From medieval times to the wild west I was amomg the very best

Most often one blue and one brown, but other combinations can be found. Aristotle was the first to describe this, famous was Anastasius the first, dubbed dikoros. Another was Goethe, and here I’ll leave ya.