What Is The Glue That Binds Us?
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
BrienaSkysong
Ardyn Adravendi |
It had been far, far too long since he’d looked upon the walls of home. They still stood, even if the pack scent borders Valhalla had been marked out by were gone.
Ardyn drew in a deep breath, then padded forward, passing through the western gateway of the wall. Autumn was soon settling in over Boreas. Was his mother… He bent, breathing in the scents, nose wrinkling as the traces of loners stung his nose, wolves that didn’t belong here, but luckily, it seemed they hadn’t stayed long.
But there, he was utterly relieved to find, were very recent traces of his mother, and, more surprisingly, Coran. His cream and brindle-painted brother had been among those who had all but abandoned the pack toward the end when Ardyn had finally put his paw down and decided that if the pack could not behave as a pack, then there would be no pack, no home at all.
His head rising, Ardyn set off at a brisk trot, paws retracing old paths in a way that felt so familiar, and so right after so long.
He and Tel had traveled far in their search for her kin, if any even survived. They retraced as much of the path she could remember taking when she was lost, up until they had met at the Field and had their first spar.
And, by the grace of all the Gods, they were successful. Not just that, but several of Tel’s kin and homeland-folk had decided to come to Boreas, though when they would arrive, he was unsure.
Her birth land, and her birth-folk were fascinating. He and she fit in among them, hardly looking out of place. After so long among her birth people, it would be strange to see naturally colored and marked wolves again.
His ears perked at the sounds of digging, and his steps slowed as he spotted his brother, becoming almost catlike and silent. As much as he had begun to resent Coran for all but vanishing, the maverick, playful urge to prank his smaller brother was a force to be reckoned with.
He lay in wait as Coran tidied his old den, then set about working a hide into strips. Glue maybe?
He waited until Coran seemed pretty deep in his task before he pushed off with his hind paws in a leap, aiming to land squarely on Coran, ideally straddling him between all four paws.
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.
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
BrienaSkysong
Ardyn Adravendi |
Coran’s senses were sharp, and his brother had rolled to one side as Ardyn’s paws landed around empty ground.
He regarded his littermate with mixed emotions and a lopsided smile twitching at his features until Coran recognized him and bounded toward him with a flood of questions.
The reserved posture in Ardyn’s shoulders relaxed and he chuckled softly, head shaking as he reached out and sought to drag his brother in for a hug by the scruff.
“It was a good journey, and we found them. An entire plethora of them. Tel’s birth-folk have a fascinating culture, and she and I could be missed in a crowd there. I met her father, and she has a twin brother.”
He stepped back, haunches dropping to the ground as he added, “I’ve only just returned, so I haven’t had a chance to track anyone down, but I smelled mother on my way in. Eramaya and Legacy’s scents are fresh, too. No doubt Eramaya’s at her hut.”
He regarded the project his brother had been working on, eyes flicking to glance at Coran as he asked, “Are you making glue or hide stew?”
He wasn’t ready to broach the subject of Coran’s second absence yet, unless his littermate brought it up himself. He hated the feeling of resenting his own brother; any of his family, really.
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.
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
BrienaSkysong
Ardyn Adravendi |
Ardyn peered into the pot, nodding at Coran’s explanation and quipping, “Hey, hunting’s fun.”
It seemed Coran had a lot on his mind, and Ardyn, ever the patient one, sat back, letting the cream-brindled man gather himself.
He listened to Coran’s words, ears intensely focused in that way of making the speaker the most important thing in the area.
He was glad to hear that his brother felt as he did. He doubted Coran was the only one that had taken Valhalla for granted. No doubt Caelia was chief among those that took the pack and her place in it for granted, given her lack of real ambition all these years.
She had been given many chances by his mother, chances by himself to make something of herself. She had taken none of them, and he doubted he would be willing to accept her back once the pack was refounded-- and he did intend to found it again. Valhalla was forever, even if it took brief respites.
He nodded as he listened to Coran’s thoughts; it had been one of his plans, something he had entrusted to Tyto, but it seemed that hadn’t unfolded as they’d planned. The ravens Lyr had entrusted to carry messages and updates to and fro had returned with no sound of a band led by Tyto.
Finally, he nodded. “I had entrusted Tyto to form a band as you’d like to do, however it seems that didn’t happen. If you are sure you’re up to the task, then I will entrust it to you in his stead. I won’t be joining, necessarily, since I plan to remain here to watch over our parents, until I know what all has changed in the lands, and what my course forward will be. If you can gather any information on the bands’ travels, and relay it to me, I’ll be deeply appreciative.”
He smiled, this time with true warmth as he added, “I know you’d like to leave the scout life behind, but in this case, you can do both hunting and scouting until Valhalla’s reborn. At that point, if you wish to return, I’d like to see you work for a high rank and lead many hunts.”
His mismatched fire and ice eyes twinkled suddenly as he leaned in and added, “And you better come to my wedding in the Summer, or I’ll be deeply hurt.”
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.
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