Sheep Trails [AW Hunt?]
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
Ardyn smiled as Áskell accepted the offer to split the kill, and added as an aside, “How is Jigsaw?”
He laid several more rows of stones, wedging several saplings into the wall to make a bristling barrier that would face the sheep when they came barreling back down the path, if everything was to go right.
Áskell started on more saplings, and Ardyn grinned at the help, nodding as he gathered more pine boughs from nearby trees, laying them like a tree’s boughs overtop the wall, now tall enough that he’d have to rise on his back paws to see over the top of it.
“Training, and the like. Hunting, fishing, exploring the lands. Preparing for the future. I’d love a rematch later on, by the way. Maybe we can just trade wins back and forth, eh?” The last he said on a panted laugh, tongue flashing pink in his ink-and-fire features.
He studied the setup, and took a breath, nodding to himself as Lyr dropped from the sky and landed on the wall in front of him. The raven had flitted away to do his own scouting while the boys were talking, and he confirmed that there was a parallel trail that surpassed the sheep herd.
“Alright, wish me luck. Lyr, can you come tell me when Áskell’s ready? I can howl when I spring them.”
The raven nodded, and Ardyn slipped down the side of the mountain to the trail he’d pointed out, marking a path that the other yearling could take with the saplings unless he’d found his own way.
Ardyn broke into a brisk, stealthy trot, watching the path above him and slipping his cloak hood up as he spotted and herd the flock of sheep ahead. He took a moment to observe, and grinned when he saw that there were one or two that weren’t as spry as the rest. They weren’t old, but they did look sick, coughing often and their eyes and noses running.
Ardyn marked them out in his mind and pressed on down his trail, spotting a spot he could climb up easily and scaled it, front paws making what would have been very hard an easy chore.
Taking cover under an outcropping, he watched the way he’d come, waiting for Lyr’s telltale plumage to come with word that Áskell was ready.
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.