this is for the second chance
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
He’d led the young wolf well away, heading toward Abaven while Lyr wheeled above, keeping an eye out for any sign of being followed. After an hour or so of steady pace, keeping slow enough for the girl to keep up aside from her wide-eyed regard of the world around her, Lyr dropped through the willows and landed on a bough, clicking his bill.
Ardyn nodded, coming to a stop. Soon after, a small frame bumped into his haunches and a faint grin of amusement touched his features as he twisted slightly in his tracks to peer around his hind end at the girl as she inquired. He still wasn’t sure what the words were exactly, but her expressions, tone, and body language were enough to guess some manner of translation.
He reached back and dug through his left front pouch, pulling out a packet of meat, popping the beeswax seal and unfolding the pigskin wrapping to set it on the ground between them as he moved to flop across from her at the base of a particularly large willow, flowing tail brushing the ground in a fiery wag of invitation as he pointed to the jerky.
“Food; eat?”
It was an identifier, and an offer of something to fill her belly if she wanted it, and he plucked a strip from the pile, settling it between his back teeth and gnawing, letting the girl choose whether to eat any or not while he mulled over the next course of action. Abaven wasn't going anywhere, so he wouldn't be against turning back and returning to Valhalla to settle the girl in where she'd be safe and able to get her bearings. He doubted Theory would be at all annoyed that he'd put a new packmate before politics and trade.
With his strip of jerky chewed down his eyes shifted back into focus from his thoughts, and he regarded his new charge. Tiny, timid, and a language barrier. It would be an interesting process to see how she would take in education on the common tongue. His mother would be a good candidate. For all her ethereal appearance, she was a gentle, patient teacher.
For now, though, Ardyn could at least see if they could get a name from the girl. Gently, he hummed for her attention, ears perked as he pointed to himself once more, pronouncing slowly, “My name is Ardyn.”
His long digits flipped to gesture to her, head cocking in clear question as he added, “You?”
His eyes twinkled with earnest invitation for communication, and a hope that she might understand well enough to get somewhere.
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.