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Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
With autumn touching the lands, the pressure was on to bring in enough food to store over the winter for the pack. Generations ago, wolves hunted only when hungry. Now, packs like Valhalla hunted in bulk, preserving the meat and saving the hides and bones and sinew. He’d be needing to lead a bear hunt soon, as well.
Ardyn padded lightly along a scent trail, ears flicking as he examined the scent of a bull elk. Rut would be coming soon, and bulls would be vying for cows and breeding rights. It was always good to get the ones that had managed to get gored or lamed in their fights. Even better, two might get locked together by the antlers and be unable to work things out and get free.
His ink black coat shimmered and flared with fire as he followed the scent of an older buck deer, analyzing the tinge of death clinging to the deer’s scent. Old age, maybe a rotting tooth? Pain like that would make feeding hard, and old bones didn’t hold weight easily at the best of times.
The young King nodded to himself, taking a deep sniff of the scent and setting it in stone before he lifted his head and scanned the surroundings, and Lyr wheeled in the air above, the raven acting as eyes in the sky.
He came winging back after a moment, dropping to the tall young man’s back and clarking softly, “There’s a small herd of deer on the far side of the river, and a small woman in that direction,” His thick raven bill tipped in the direction he meant, “Who looks like she’s hunting.”
Ardyn nodded, and made his way in the latter direction. Even an old buck could be difficult when given motivation to survive, and even a small woman was a good hunting partner. He spotted her after a moment, pausing a respectful distance away and announcing himself with a soft woof of greeting, tail flaring in a fiery black wag.
“H’lo. Need a hunting partner? I have a deer I’m after if you’d like a share?” Straight to the point, since the buck was likely on the move. His tone was friendly, though, features genuine and open.
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.