Festivities and Fancies [AW]
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
He wasn’t privy to the woman's thoughts, and chuckled lightly at her spoken words, nodding and expanding upon that thread of conversation with, “It is; the festival my mother held when I was a pup just past six months was expansive. It helps having Nomads for allies. We had a tournament and a race, as well as hunting and healing contests, just to name a few.”
His ears took in the description of her culture’s own kinds of festival, noting the word ‘our’. Perhaps she meant it as her whole culture, or perhaps she wasn’t the only one of her family or group to be found on Boreas. He tucked that tidbit away, muzzle dipping in acknowledgement and considering his own culture’s deities for the one that matched most closely to that patronage.
“Among my family it would be Orianis, though the Nomads have another name for him. God of the hunt and patron of hunters and those who love cooking food or raising animals for food. It’s always interesting to hear of other cultural beliefs, though.”
At her query he snorted his amusement, adding, “Announcing it at large to the pack, for one. I’m letting them adjust before I announce what I’ll be doing in terms of rank titles, and the like, seeing where they might want to go in life, or if they want to leave altogether.”
His head cocked, and he added, “That and planning our first bear hunt of the season.”
He rose at her offer, half-smiling as he cautioned, “I thank you, though I won’t have much; I’m fighting in the tournament and it wouldn’t be fair to my fighting partner or our opponents to be drunk off my paws and trip us into a loss, and them out of a fair win.”
The last came with a grinning laugh. She’d loosened into jokes and an actual grin, and he let her lead, glancing up as Lyr returned to the sky to keep an eye on the packmates that had come to the festivities.
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.