Unfurl the Wings [Warrior Meeting]
Deadline is the 20th
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
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Ardyn Adravendi |
He padded down the hallway and turned into a cave, taking a seat facing the opening as he waited patiently.
He’d sent Sädir and Lyr out to gather the warriors and fighting inclined for a meeting.
Expansion was part of his hopes for Valhalla. And for that hope to come to fruition, action was needed.
The cave was large, rounded, and overgrown with many plants and herbs. At the heart of the ceiling a hole allowed a shaft of light into the room, illuminating the flat stone boulder that lay at the chamber’s center like a table.
His paws crossed lightly on the stone, long digits tapping lazily as he waited, ears perked.
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.
Tyto
Master Fighter (240)
Advanced Hunter (70)
Juggernaut
7 Years
Male
0
Dragon Mod
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![Treat 2019](/images/awards/events/Treat.png)
Word reached his ears about a meeting for Valhalla's warriors. Not one to skip out on important things, Tyto dropped what he was doing and went to wash himself off real quick. He had been digging out a new storage den in the moor, more specifically, a quiet spot where he could work and store the traps and other things he tried to craft. He had been digging into a decent-sized mount several feet from one of the stones, heather, and lavender making a nice aesthetically pleasing entryway. Not that he cared much about aesthetics, but it was still nice. After he washed the dirt off his legs and face in the stream, he headed towards the alcoves in the ravine where the bulk of the pack could generally be found. Following the more recent scents, it didn't take him long until he made it to the cave where Adryn sat and waited. He had to admit, this place was impressive. On the outside, it didn't seem like much. But he could tell that years of work had gone into making these alcoves and passages, and just about everything else that Valhalla had to offer. "Lord of Cinder, good to see you." He greeted with some amusement. He hoped Ardyn wouldn't mind his little nickname. After all, it seemed appropriate considering what his king's fur did.
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Amorielle
Advanced Fighter (80)
Beginner Healer (0)
5 Years
Female
0
Dragon Mod
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 2](/images/awards/events/Crystals.gif)
Amorielle Adravendi |
Oops! She was running a little late, wasn't she? She had been out scavenging for herbs before Winter's frost settled in, so when Adryn's companion had flown overhead with the message that a meeting for the warriors was being held, she quickly finished digging up the bulb of a lily in the avian estuary before heading back home. She made a beeline for the cave where she knew the meeting was to be held, but first, she'd drop off her satchel at her den in the alcoves and wash up real quick before attending! Scurrying along, she reached the ravine in no time and slipped into the community alcove, uttering quick and hurried greetings to those she passed before slipping into her room, dropping her satchel, and quickly dipping and scrubbed her forelegs in a makeshift basin that was fed by a trickle of water in the wall. Once satisfied that she had gotten the dirt off, she quickly dried herself off with a piece of rabbit hide and then went to join the meeting.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Tel'Teukiira
Expert Fighter (160)
Expert Intellectual (140)
5 Years
Female
0
Dragon Mod
![By the skin of my teeth](/images/awards/fighting/ByTheSkinOfMyTeeth.png)
![Pride - Demisexual](/images/awards/pride/demisexual.png)
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![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
She felt...uncomfortable. She was another year older, and with it, came her second heat. She felt tired, a little irritable, but nothing that would cause her to lash out at anyone. While she was aware it was natural for a female, it still didn't help the fact that she was reluctant to go to this meeting that was being called. Amorielle had dropped off some herbs a few days prior to help her relax and to aid in masking the scent, so Tel decided that if she was going to be in a room full of other warriors, she might as well go ahead and take them to help calm her nerves. The shiny babe took them in haste, hoping they would take effect sooner rather than later. Whether or not it helped (she wasn't sure), she slipped out of her den in the alcove and made her way to the room where the other warrior's waited. So far, she found Ardyn, Amorielle, and Fidelias there, along with a newer member she didn't recognize yet. She quietly took a seat, doing her best not to look too uncomfortable.
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Taliesyn
Master Fighter (240)
Intermediate Intellectual (45)
13 Years
Male
163
BrienaSkysong
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
The stallion trotted through the woods clustered around the base of the hill. He was a little late, having been at the far fields watching over the herds, picking out animals that looked like they might not weather the winter well.
Isolde had met with Lyr, and borne the message for him to save the raven a little flying time, and soon Taliesyn was cantering toward the meeting.
He slowed and squeezed through the mouth of the ravine, carefully picking his way down and breathing a sigh of relief as the walls widened and ferns were no longer tickling his sides. Wangui eyed the mouth of the cave dubiously as it came into sight.
Taliesyn paused to study the cave entrance and its three natural steps, ears flicking in thought before he bent his knees and squashed his way through the tight entry. It was a struggle, and he was sure the clattering scrape of his hooves echoed well into the cave system to the keen ears of the wolves, but soon enough he was through and carefully stepping his way into the tunnel.
If he held his head low, his withers just barely brushed the ceiling of the cave, and soon enough he peered around the opening into the meeting room, surveying it before deciding there was enough room that he wouldn’t trample on any paws if he entered. Once the meeting was over, he’d be able to circle the “table” and leave.
He entered, glad the entry of this cave was wider than the main entry, and took a place toward the back of the cave, providing his own source of light as he nodded to the others, lips twitching in a small smile as Wangui grumbled, clambering her way back up his mane to his back from the ground where she’d hastily dropped as he’d entered.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Cairo II
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (295)
Weaponsmaster
9 Years
Male
50
BrienaSkysong
![Halloween 2020 - Witches Hut](/images/awards/events/HalloweenAdventure2.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
He’d been in the middle of processing a rabbit caught in his snare when Lyr had passed above. Ardyn had filled him in on some of the meeting’s points the previous evening, but not all of it. The king liked leaving a few things to find out so that those hearing it would be on the same footing in most parts, regardless of status.
He’d finished the rabbit and left Enito to set the carcass to smoking and prepping the pelt while Cairo went to wash off before heading to the meeting.
He came just in time to see the … interesting view of Taliesyn scrabbling his way through the main entry. The beta bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snickering. Sure, Taliesyn was good natured enough to see the humor in the sight, but it’d be rude to laugh at the stallion.
He followed the horse inside, moving to take his place at Ardyn’s side, sapphire eyes scanning the faces. Caelia had yet to arrive, but there were a few faces already gathered, and he nodded to each with a smile as he sat, waiting for the rest of the fighters and for Ardyn to get the meeting started. Crystal swooped in, joined by Taliesyn's Isolde, who arrowed up to keep watch above the opening in the ceiling while the owl perched on a thick vine over Cairo's head, her own swiveling to observe the gathered participants.
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Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
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Aurielle Adravendi |
She was returning from a trip to the Mistveil Peak, a little travel-weary, but invigorated, when Lyr flew overhead, passing the word of a warriors meeting. Ah well, a nap could wait.
She broke into a brisk trot, heading for the chosen meeting room. She did wonder if Taliesyn would be able to get in, but as she caught his scent when she padded down the ravine, she decided he must have been able to squeeze through.
There were a few fresh scuffs on the marble, which she could only wonder at, having come too late to catch the scene Cairo had watched.
Loshir and Ayodele accompanied the former Spirit as she padded down the hall and stepped into the chamber, filling the room with light until Loshir ducked out and returned with an extra cloak, dropping it over her white fur and blocking the brilliant light as Aurielle took a place near her son’s side, offering the wolves gathered a smile, glancing up with an added grin to Taliesyn.
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.
As he arrived, there were already quite a few gathered- including his sister and mother which left him with an odd twinge of emotion in his gut. Not that they weren't entirely capable of defending themselves and others. He knew they could hold their own, and do a damn good job at it too. Coran just hated to imagine the idea of conflict where his family was jeopardized. Forcing his attention from that rather grim line of thought, he looked to make eye contact with his brother. Offering a silent greeting in a stiff nod, before settling in a place off to the side and out of the way.
She didn't even try to hide her amusement at seeing a whole live horse crammed in with them - it was very much like her family to have picked up a warrior horse, after all, so of course he would have found a way to be there like the rest of them. There were new faces, though not as many as she had grown used to seeing with her being gone so much.
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Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
Ardyn Adravendi |
Tyto was the first to arrive, and Ardyn chuckled softly at the man’s nickname. It suited well enough, and his firebrand eye flicked shut in a wink as more pawsteps echoed down the hallway. Fidelias came into sight, tucking himself to one side as he was wont to do. Ardyn offered the Ancoran a smile, then flicked his ears to catch the scramble of paws, rushing about in the caves, recognizing the steps for his largest sister.
She came into sight, freshly washed, and Ardyn grinned at her, responding in kind, features mock stern but tone teasing, "Tráthnóna, a dheirfiúr, tá mé sách maith. An raibh tú ag traenáil?".
His eyes flicked to Tyto and he smiled, shifting to the common tongue as he introduced, “Amorielle, this is Tyto. I believe he’s acquainted with Caelia. Tyto, this is one of my three sisters, Amorielle. We call her Amory for short.”
Tel was next into the chamber, and he regarded her with a smile, nodding in greeting. “Afternoon, Tel. How was patrol last night? Anything interesting?”
Moments later a clattering, scrambling scrape of hooves on stone and an equine grunt heralded Taliesyn’s arrival. Ardyn elected to cough softly under his breath, clamping his jaws on a laugh. In his interest in holding a relatively private meeting, he’d neglected to consider that the cave system might be a little… small for the stallion.
The stallion in question li the hallway outside before his glowing, horned head peered around the mouth of the chamber, assessing the room.
Ardyn watched the stallion squeeze through the entry and pick a place to one side, leaving plenty of room for the rest of the wolves expected to come.
“My apologies, Taliesyn. I neglected to think that the interior of the caves might be a bit small for you.”
Cairo had come in on the stallion’s heels, taking his place at Ardyn’s side, and the King smiled to the Adravendi, nodding.
The rest to arrive were each his own family. Aurielle lit the cave, and between herself and Taliesyn mostly banished the shadows until Loshir draped a dark cloak over her shoulders and back. Coran was next, and Ardyn flashed a grin at his brother.
Their father was next, and shortly behind him, Aoife. Ardyn gave each of them a warm smile full of affection before glancing to the cave opening.
Several long moments passed, but Caelia, the last of the warriors, didn’t arrive. A frown flickered over his features, but finally, he set the matter aside. If she came, she came. If she didn’t, it’d be recorded.
Straightening his shoulders, Ardyn cleared his throat, lifted a stone in his right “hand” and let it knock against the stone “table”, asking for the group’s attention before setting it to one side once he had it.
“I’ve little doubt you’re curious about why I called you here, so, I will get to the point.”
His mismatched firebrand and ice gaze flicked over the faces of the warriors gathered and then to the cave opening as he announced, “Things have been getting stale. I called a warrior training session, quite recently, and none of you came. Hence, I’ve decided that we need things shaken up here.”
His voice came hard, firm, but quiet. He kept the chastisement short, moving on to the planning.
“It’s time for Valhalla to set their eyes on raiding; if only to gain experience and unity. That being said, I’d love to hear each of your thoughts on the various packs available to test our skills on. We’ve raided Aerie and won, however, the returning raid that Eligos arranged with mother never came, and they are no longer a pack but a wandering band. Aoife, if you can track down Asmodeus, I’d like you to see if they plan to raid us at all. If I can track down Eligos, I'll ask him if he's open to our raiding them once again.”
He drew a short breath then added, “For the time being, until we have all formed a working, cohesive unit and cut our teeth on several raids, I’d like to avoid engaging with the Armada or any packs aligned with them.”
He scanned their features, letting the words settle before he went on, tone business-like.
“We have many high fighting ranks standing open. I’d like them filled. We lack four Commanders, and an Admiral to work alongside Cairo, here. In time, when I sire children, there will be openings to be their guardians, one for each pup. I don’t know when that will happen but pay attention to the possibility. Only the most trusted will be allowed as their guardians. Step up your games, and in time, challenge or prove your worth for the Commanders places.”
Ardyn sat back, forepaws crossing over the gavel-stone, having slid it toward himself mid-brief at some point, letting his long digits drum as he regarded the gathered wolves and stallion – and companions as Lyr fluttered to perch above the cave opening with Isolde – before he posed, “Now, I’ll leave the floor to you. Who should we consider as targets? Not counting the aforementioned Armada and associated, and Aerie, there are Plunder, the pirates, and a fledgling pack neighboring the Redwater Rocks here in the west. If any of you are aware of more, please, bring them to my attention.”
He fell silent, letting the gathered warriors absorb the briefing and consider any options and reasons behind why those options would be good or bad as a target.
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.
Tyto
Master Fighter (240)
Advanced Hunter (70)
Juggernaut
7 Years
Male
0
Dragon Mod
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 2](/images/awards/events/Crystals.gif)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Christmas 2019](/images/awards/events/Christmas.gif)
![Treat 2019](/images/awards/events/Treat.png)
He waited patiently as the other Valhallan warriors showed up. One of the younger, unknown warriors arrived first. He didn't know who he was, but perhaps someone to meet later when all was said and done here. The young warrior seemed to keep to himself, sitting near the door and fidgeting with his bracers. Tyto of course understood. He had never been one for socializing growing up, either. Even now, he still felt awkward in big gatherings. But he was trying to make an effort to change his life around, and not remain invisible and in the dark. An alabaster female with rustic red markings showed up next, looking quite flustered like she had been in a rush to get here. Tyto looked at her curiously but didn't have a name to place. Though his ears perked up when she spoke a language he didn't understand when she spoke to Ardyn, but he did make out a familiar word. Caelia. And...why was she looking at him like that!? He felt his face grow hot as his gaze urgently found the stone table, almost as if there was something there that was important to look at. He suddenly heard his name and his attention drew up to Ardyn and his the she-wolf. “Amorielle, this is Tyto. I believe he’s acquainted with Caelia. Tyto, this is one of my three sisters, Amorielle. We call her Amory for short.” "Oh uh, it's nice to meet you. And yeah, I know Caelia..." He felt heat rise to his face. Okay, so maybe he wasn't the best in social gatherings...he'd have to get used to it, right? Next came another wolf that looked like something out of a dream! He had been amazed by Ardyn, and it seemed Valhalla had no shortage of creatures that looked like they were born from dreams themselves. The warrioress that showed up was impressive in size and looks, and she seemed elegant to boot. Something he noted as she chose a spot in silence, and the Strix male offered her a nod before a clamoring of hooves against stone captured his attention. He had seen horses before...but he never expected to see something quite like the one that entered the cave. He was big. He was glowing. He had a horn...he barely fit into the cave. It was an amusing sight, and if he was friends with the stallion, he probably would've joked along with the others that had followed the steed in, but as it was, he did his best to hide his amusement. A few others showed up (seriously, how many glowing, celestial-looking wolves did this pack have!?) and he nodded to those that greeted him, and finally, the meeting began. He subtly peered at the door, wondering if Caelia was going to be walking in any second now, but before he knew it, the meeting was starting. Ardyn started off by saying things were getting stale. He quietly glanced around, curious about what he meant. He hadn't been in Valhalla for long, so he wasn't sure how stale the pack was compared to before or...well, he wasn't sure. He'd been doing what he could when he could around here since he joined, so perhaps it was an issue from before his arrival? Whatever the case, he was interested in what Ardyn had to say next. Raiding. Admittedly, he didn't have any particular targets he had a preference for going after. There were many options, though hitting one of the newer, smaller packs didn't sound like a bad idea...it was a start, right? "I'm not particularly familiar with the packs that are around, but I do know there is quite a number of newer ones...perhaps one of those to start? Hitting a smaller group first may help us learn to better coordinate and prepare for the larger scale packs." He knew there was at least a handful of new packs that had cropped up...surely one of them would make a decent target. He didn't know what the deal was about the Armada or who was really aligned with them, but that was a matter for another time. As for ranks...he listened intently, his interest clearly piqued. Sure, he was a newer member here, but it wouldn't hurt to throw his hat in the ring now, would it? "I apologize if I'm being too forward, but I'd like to make my interest known for one of those ranks." He cleared his throat, almost wishing he hadn't said anything, but ambition was something that had never left him, it seemed. It had just been dormant until recently.
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Barely thinking about where she sat, her attention zeroed in on Tyto and she settled somewhere near him. She was certain her absence at the meeting's start wouldn't go unnoticed, but she didn't necessarily want to draw attention to herself.
She heard the tail end of what Ardyn was saying. Things in the pack were getting stale, a sentiment she didn't disagree with, and he felt they ought to redirect their focus on raiding. Caelia didn't feel she had anything to contribute, nor did she feel she'd earned a shot at a rank, so she stayed silent and chewed on her tongue. Tyto surprised her by speaking up, making his interest in a higher rank known. She cast him a quiet glance, impressed but not making it outwardly known.