Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
After the favorable visit with Abaven, he’d been wondering how this trip to the north might go. He’d been pleased to hear that Tel was going along, too. The girl wanted to be a diplomat, and he knew such an outing would be deeply informative for her.
So, he’d trotted contentedly along with the two glowing females, keeping to the rear to have Tel between two skilled fighters, especially as his mother’s demeanor shifted at the sign of possibly trouble ahead. Soon enough a crowd came into sight, and he was glad to recognize Theory as his mother moved to sit beside the Abaven Alphess.
He followed his mother’s unspoken sign, taking a seat and scanning the crowd with interest, fire and ice gaze taking in the clues, occasionally glancing to Tel to see what the younger girl saw.
To his eyes, there were definitely two sides; even Theory was showing her support, seated in such a way that the earth-swathed, tall woman was her pick. Friends? Family?
His mother seemed to recognize the earthen woman, but he didn’t miss the consideration she gave the vibrantly colored woman at the other end. No recognition, just speculation. He nodded at her words to Tel, leaning to add in a low murmur to the girl, softly so that only her ear would catch the words, “Theory’s the alphess of Abaven, and an ally. Things like this can get crazy sometimes. Fights can break out on the side lines if emotions run high enough. Valhalla is generally supposed to stay out of such brawls even if it’s Mother standing in defense of the pack. We stand firm and united.”
Mother… or me… I’ll be the one defending the pack against challenges one day. Not so far off, either.
The thought hung at the back of his mind, even as he returned his gaze to the faces around them.
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.