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Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
He made his way across the Field, fire-and-ice gaze scanning the rolling hills that had seen many events that changed the course of Boreas’ history. Pack challenges, death matches, challenges to take members of other packs by force. His own grandfather had fought - and won - against a challenger for Valhalla, then named Celestial, shortly after returning home to bury his mother and lay Erani and Cormalin’s remains to rest where they had truly belonged, home.
The Long Night and all it had brought with it had thinned the numbers. While Eramaya and her children would come soon and help to fill the pack out, for the children it would likely be temporary. They needed wolves that would be steadfast members, settle down and start their own families and legacies in Valhalla.
Ardyn came to a stop on what looked to be the tallest hill; it at least had a good, territorial view of the lands around him, with only the deepest hollows among the rolling hills being out of his range of sight.
A ring of stones suggested it was a place for battles where the one to step outside the ring by accident forfeit his or her fight, and he stood at the center as he tipped his muzzle to the sky and sang of reverberating call for those with ambition to work hard and rise, and a desire to settle in a pack.
Patiently, he let his haunches lower to the ground, tail flicking in a learned habit to take the long hair out from beneath him before he ended up sitting on it. He was fully armored and cloaked, bracers disguising his long digits at a glance unless someone was looking closely for the unusual.
Lyr dropped to perch in the branches of a nearby, gnarled oak, head swiveling, mismatched eyes alert.
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.