Beckoning Fire
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1051
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
The Heir had a hard time telling how many days had passed this season, but he could feel himself growing, filling in and growing stronger, regardless of the insanity of the winter. Spring would bring with it his second year, and adulthood. It was a strange thought. He didn’t feel much older. Sure, he was taller, almost to his full height but taller than their father for certain, but even with all the strangeness and his fatigue, he didn’t feel… old.
Tel’s slim form suggested she might grow as tall as he would, and it was the younger yearling he tracked down for patrol and training tonight. The moon was swollen and heavy in the sky, stars streaking and no trace of the sun with the hour, not that there’d been much in the past weeks. According to Legacy darkness like this was very common in the furthest reaches of the northern hemisphere. The Arctic, she’d called it. She herself had not been there, but she’d heard of it from other Chapters during Gatherings.
A subtle glow and the strength of scent told him his friend was ahead, and he called out, voice low before abruptly stopping, head popping up in a flurry of fiery light about his head and neck as a voice whispered from seemingly nowhere.
“Tel— !“
“Come…”
Quickly, his eyes scanned the grasses around him as he padded to close the distance and come abreast of the younger girl, hackles tingling beneath his armor.
He’d grown used to the fireflies by now, but the way they were dancing now, as if insistent and beckoning, drew his attention to them, ears pressed forward and intent.
“Did... did you hear someone, just a second ago after I called?”
Had he been hearing things through the fatigue? He kept his voice low to avoid letting it carry very far in the night.
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.