Let The Sun Touch My Face [AW]
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
At her question, Ardyn smiled, head tilting in thought.
“Initially, my great great Grandmother when she brought Valhalla of Old out of the ashes of a pack challenge the previous Queen, her adoptive daughter, lost to an enemy pack member. She was Lead Healer for a long time before then, and also felt that healers ought to learn to fight, as well, as one of her Craft Sisters was nearly raped, and then later was murdered by the same wolf. Erani kept that chip on her shoulder for a long time, from my understanding of the stories. And, since she demanded that the histories of Valhalla and her family, the Adravendis both blood and adoptive be kept true and unembellished, I’d wager it was pretty accurate. ”
He nibbled at a strip of meat, adding, “It’s been a pack law since my great grandmother Surreal revived Valhalla as Celestial after Erani lost her own pack challenge—she was old when she revived Valhalla, and older when she was challenged. Everyone is expected to learn to fight, even if it’s only self-defense, and to heal, as I’ve said.”
At her exclamation, his head dipped in acknowledgement, a quick grin flashing over his features. “No problem.”
Her query he answered with a shake of his head, chuckling faintly, “Ah, not in the slightest. My fellow packmates have ways of getting around not having odd paws. Bear claws make useful knives. Not to mention, making friends with primates helps tremendously.”
Another smile as he thought of Ayodele, and a surge of relief that none of the creatures that had chosen a number of Valhalla’s wolves had caught the horrid illness of the recent months. None that he knew of, at least. Perhaps he should ask around when he got home.
“How did you fare the recent… events?”
The question was posed with genuine interest as he studied her, wondering if she'd had as awful an experience as he and his pack had.
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.