Stuck in the middle with you
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
It had taken a lot of convincing to get his mother to let him go on patrol after his foolishly brave rush to the defense of a fellow pup up in the Rocks. She’s finally agreed, on the condition that both her father’s companions – Loshir’s parents – ghost him from with in the mists. Her reasoning was that it was unlikely a predator would be stupid enough to wander between two packs, even if several had been eager to prove such hopes wrong in the past two years.
Ardyn, however, was happy to have a quiet day. His shoulder had scabbed over, and Paladin had remarked that he might not scar too badly. His blood, now that it was scabbed up and dry, had stopped glowing. In fact, it had even turned the natural red color of any wolf’s blood. To look at the scabs you’d never know that his blood glowed like liquid golden sunlight. And he liked it that way.
He was padding through the miasma, practicing moving silently. It was easier with his front paws. He could flex and contract his hand-like paws to squeeze into soft patches of moss and avoid dry terrain. He could also grip the wall’s stones for extra balance when he walked up top for a better view. The two mountain lions padded behind and ahead, out of his direct line of sight, but close enough to materialize from the fog at any sign of real trouble.
Color faded into sight ahead, and Ardyn paused, squinting. It was a wolf, not someone he knew. The wolf was very large, maybe taller than his father and grandfather by several inches, and he looked unhappy. But he was on the outside of the pack territory. He was also not on Aerie territory.
Ardyn gestured to Lyr, and the glowing piebald raven glided ahead, dropping to land on the wall near the stranger and croaking, head cocking to regard the man with one round, beady eye, the blue one, in this case. Ardyn dropped from sight, assuming the raven had captured the man’s attention, and slipped up behind the wall, waiting to see what might happen next.
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.