Bearskins
Ardyn
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
Ardyn clung tightly, mind racing in the blur of chaos, ripping his sabers into the bear wherever he could. It seemed his claws had given the distraction needed to save the stranger from a full blow, but he still caught sight of the man rolling before he jumped back in.
He did indeed seek the bite that would drop the bear, but the beast heaved after the man and jostled the boy, displacing the bite.
A flash of cold blue-white light blazed from the trees, heralding his mother in all her frigid, feral rage, the kind that froze one’s blood. He’d felt the same blood-chilling fury in his own veins, and the sight of it in his mother’s glazed eyes and strangely serene features bolstered him.
The slender, blazing white Spirit slipped past Drachen, intent on the bear, and as she pushed off and slammed into the bear’s front, Ardyn found his bite, pulling back on the bear’s neck, giving his mother the opening to make sure the kill happened.
He’d found the spine, and wrenched his head as he heard the scythe of his mother’s long canines through flesh, and the gurgle of the bear as its throat was laid open, painting the white Spirit in blood as she dropped free and danced out of range. And he had little choice but to ride the beast as it staggered and collapsed. His sabers ripped free of the flesh, and he rolled free of the Kodiak as it listed to the side, nearly burying the over-sized pup in hefty, dying bear.
His eyes cleared with a blink, the frigid ice melting from his veins to replaced with a shiver, before he found the other male with a quick, “You okay?” before he sought Loshir, who was cleaning his shoulder with practiced licks. The cat had some gashes, but he’d be fine.
He dared a look at his mother next, noting that the glazed fury had warmed to a look of exasperation. It was such an expression that screamed, 'Again?' that he felt a little smile of sheepishness touch his face.
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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.