Take Your Place Young King
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
| Aurielle Adravendi |
|
It was high time to step down, and so she settled at the top of the hill, tucked away in the half-built tower with Red, enjoying a little alone-time while she waited for Ardyn to arrive.
“Retired… I won’t know what to do with myself, love. Plenty of what to do with you, though.” The second with a faint smirk before a beat of wings heralded Lyr’s approach, and thus Ardyn’s arrival.
She nuzzled under Red’s jaw before stepping apart to sit, waiting as her very tall son stepped into sight, ears perked, eyes both nervous and expectant. There was little doubt about the context of this call; her son was astute and observant, and hadn’t missed her various preparations for his rise.
She stepped forward to embrace the tall young man, amused that she had to rise on her hind legs to hug her boy. Had two years really flown by that fast?
She stepped back and looked him over.
“You’re ready, I think, to take your place at the head of the pack. I’m ready to retire. Maybe I would have ruled longer… but that plague and all it came with… sapped me a lot more than I’m willing to admit. Are you ready to lead?”
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
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At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
He’d known it was coming. His mother looked no older than he remembered, but he knew she was tired. Still, she’d been diligently preparing both himself and the pack, individually, no less, for his rise to King. There was the possibility of a coronation festival, but he’d be alright with or without.
Lyr fluttered and tumbled through the air, playing on the breeze as Ardyn climbed the hill along the path hewn into the ground and layered painstakingly with stone, gravel, and sand hauled in with Taliesyn’s immense help from various locations, near and far.
It made the climb easier, but there were still the harder paths for training. He came to the top in time to hear his mother’s voice but not her words.
Lyr settled on a pile of stones beside the Heir as Ardyn accepted his mother’s embrace with one of his own before he settled onto his haunches. He nodded in agreement with her words. He didn’t doubt she would have ruled much longer than she had, but the winter and spring had wrought havoc on the world and both he and she had come out of it alive, but much older in spirit.
He drew in a breath, looking beyond her to his father and back, then said softly, a deep rumble, “I am. It’s a big step, but I’ve had you and Da at my side, and many good mentors, the whole way.”
His skin tingled with the certainty of the words. It was a shiver of nerves and anticipation. It was where he was meant to walk, from birth to now, and many years beyond.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Ardyn at first glance is as black as can be imagined with a raven sheen.
Closer inspection proves that he shimmers in fire tones in every hair on his hide right down to his lashes.
More obviously, he glows like a bed of coals and flames with every movement and brush of fur. His tail is usually wagging, so blazes like a torch.
His adult teeth are in and his saber canines have grown to their full length (see profile). His mane and tail hair have grown to full length, as well as being lightweight and easily buffeted by breezes.
A look at his front paws will give the impression of hands, with his dew claw dropped low and lengthened into a functioning thumb, and his toes elongated into fingers. He has retractable, solid black cat-like claws on every paw.
Ardyn has developed a glowing mast of intricate markings in fire and ice colors over his face, symmetrical over the last seasons of Year 17 (see profile for details). During hunts or raids/sieges, he will smudge them out with black soot to cover the glow, otherwise, they are bright enough to note at first direct glance at his face. Not all his artwork currently portrays the mask markings.
He is also often bedecked in beads, small bells, feathers in blues, ribbons and braids thanks to the Ooze Event of Halloween 2021, and the Coathanger item that he got. The accessories generally are seen most in his mane and tail hair. He removes the brighter items and bells for hunts or battle.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
| Aurielle Adravendi |
|
His answer was as she’d expected. A smile touched her features, and she rose, dipping his head and front end in a light bow before straightening and announcing, “Then I hand Valhalla to you, Ard Rí of Valhalla.”
It was done. The initial transfer was always simple, a brief discussion, or an in depth one, like hers had been. However, with her own, her father had needed to ensure that she and Gwen would be able to handle the pack together, and explain the reason for Aurielle’s early rise to power and his departure.
Her heart ached faintly. If only her parents and brother could be here to see Ardyn rise.
Her head tilted as she studied her son, ears perking. “What will your plans be? I know some of them, but what will you wish of us, in particular? Diplomats? Mentors?”
Her eyes flicked to Red with a twinkle as she added, “Retired old geezers?” in a teasing tone.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
It… was a little strange to see his mother bow to him, but he let her, glancing at his father with a slight shift of his weight, long front toes flexing slightly until his mother rose and addressed him.
Ard Rí. The feeling of the title settled like a weight about his head and shoulders, and he shifted again, straightening as his mother asked what his plans were. Her remark, half aimed at his father yanked a choked laugh from him, and he shook his head. “I can’t see either of you as old… not yet, anyway.”
His chin ducked slightly as he considered, then said, slowly, “Good diplomats are valuable. I’ve not fully settled on everything in the layout of the pack I’d like, but I think I’d like to give the pack a chance to settle with the change of leadership with some forewarning of changes ahead, anyway, so it gives me a chance to finalize things. I’d like Tel’s lessons to continue, though, definitely.”
He felt weird giving directives to his parents as his mother had been doing so only yesterday. He knew he’d still be looking to both parents for advice and pointers for some time until he’d adjusted to alpha status. He’d have it no other way.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Ardyn at first glance is as black as can be imagined with a raven sheen.
Closer inspection proves that he shimmers in fire tones in every hair on his hide right down to his lashes.
More obviously, he glows like a bed of coals and flames with every movement and brush of fur. His tail is usually wagging, so blazes like a torch.
His adult teeth are in and his saber canines have grown to their full length (see profile). His mane and tail hair have grown to full length, as well as being lightweight and easily buffeted by breezes.
A look at his front paws will give the impression of hands, with his dew claw dropped low and lengthened into a functioning thumb, and his toes elongated into fingers. He has retractable, solid black cat-like claws on every paw.
Ardyn has developed a glowing mast of intricate markings in fire and ice colors over his face, symmetrical over the last seasons of Year 17 (see profile for details). During hunts or raids/sieges, he will smudge them out with black soot to cover the glow, otherwise, they are bright enough to note at first direct glance at his face. Not all his artwork currently portrays the mask markings.
He is also often bedecked in beads, small bells, feathers in blues, ribbons and braids thanks to the Ooze Event of Halloween 2021, and the Coathanger item that he got. The accessories generally are seen most in his mane and tail hair. He removes the brighter items and bells for hunts or battle.