Beary Unfortunate
Ardyn
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
Once his balance returned to him, Ardyn barreled back into the fight in a blur of black fire, tail whipping as he ducked to the side, snapping his lengthened canines, still young and not at their full length, for the opposite leg Ulfr targeted. The bear toppled with a bellow as those canines sank deep and ripped free, severing the tendon… or maybe the hamstring? In some hysterical part of his brain he wondered if his mother would give him another anatomy lesson on bears. She probably would, after she’d finished flaying him alive with her parental fury. Not only had he bolted out of the pack’s borders, he was once again engaged in battle with a bear.
And this time, he had no desire to allow it to run away and come back to cause trouble. As it toppled, he dove in, jaws parting and slamming shut on its throat, canines sinking to the hilt. He matched hi smother in height by now, and his jaws nearly fit around the bear’s throat, especially as he’d snagged it in the soft part below the jaws. He ripped his head side to side, then wrenched free as he spotted the paw flailing toward his face. Not again—ouch!
The paw clubbed into his shoulder, bear claws tearing halfheartedly into his skin. Luckily for him, the bear’s swat had been weak, and while it had pierced flesh, it didn’t reach bone. Blazing, golden ichor still flowed though, trickling over his black coat, and as the bear fell back, growing limp between spasms, he staggered back a bit, glancing at the injury and internally wailing at the agony. He’d though his face had been on fire, but now it felt like he’d stuck his whole leg into the fire at home.
“You okay?” He distracted himself with the other pup’s wellbeing, studying the boy before recognition struck and his ears perked. “Hey! Aren’t you Úlfr?”
He had a recollection of the pup coming to the hunting contests and fighting contests at the festival.
Lyr floated down with a croaking caw, inspecting Ardyn's shoulder with a click of his large beak, mismatched eyes glittering with concern as he alighted on the ground beside his wolf.
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.