Dún do shúil, a rún mo chroí
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
He’d been busy up at the tower, shaping a stone with clumsy, still-learning taps of a crude hammer and chisel, when the howl had floated to his ears, perched as he was at the top of the hillock. He turned his head to watch, spotting his mother’s form bounding across the plains to the call, and the flash of Lyr’s plumage as he led the way, having spotted the caller and the flock of… Ardyn squinted. Sheep, with what looked to be a small canine, or at least, that was what he thought the dot might be, keeping them in check.
Lyr soon peeled off leaving Ardyn’s mother at the wall and winging back to the Destiny, who cocked his head. “Your great Uncle Tornach and a young lady.”
Ardyn’s ears perked, and he set aside the tools, giving his work a look of vexation as he padded away. It could be so much better, but the tools, and his lack of practice had made the stone he was trying to shape far less like a rectangle and more like a lumpy oval. Shaking his head, he made the descent down the path to the bottom of the hillock, then broke into a brisk lope, following Lyr as the raven took the lead.
He came around a bend in the path and spotted his mother, giving his long-haired black tail a fiery wave of greeting as he took a spot a step behind his mother’s left, looking between the two visitors, though his lips twitched in a faint, sheepish grin, eyes rolling as she introduced him. It was a running joke by now that he had a long name like his mother, and they bantered this way quite often.
He studied the two more carefully, nodding with a friendly smile to each as he took in the visible age and rough life on his great uncle. The last time his mother had seen her uncle had been after he’d eventually healed from being caught in the eruption of Mt Volkan.
“Good to meet you both, Miss, Great Uncle.” His tone and eyes were genuine, welcoming the two easily. He had hoped to meet at least one of his uncles, and he finally had that chance. Tornach was as tall as Regulus, but definitely the thundercloud colors his mother had described, though he shared his late older brother’s eyes.
“Are you hungry? I think there’s a fresh pot of cooking the primates were trying out making. Lots of bison and venison mixed in. It smelled pretty good this morning but it wasn’t ready yet.”
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.