Where the Girl Is
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
He was on leisure hour, but work was never done. Ardyn was lounging in the warmth of the sun on the meeting boulder, unarmored to let his coat breathe, and penning reports on the hunt, and the progress of processing the meat and storing it.
He had already finished logging the newcomers’ arrivals to Valhalla earlier. Absently, he wondered if any in his pack would find a spark among their fellow packmates. With Kairi’s birthing, and subsequent passing shortly after, living only long enough to hold her children and name them, Valhalla at least had some children, but their circumstances were one of those sticky things. Their father was from a different pack.
Whether that would lead to tensions remained to be seen. But in the interim, these children needed mentors. He’d be spending time with them to get an idea of their temperaments, and who they’d suit best with. His mother’s hopes of mentors and apprentices choosing one another had flopped heavily. No one had taken the initiative to form bonds with the next generation, so it seemed that it would indeed fall upon the monarch’s shoulders to choose pairings.
A howl from one of the passages in the wall reached his ears, and he recognized the voice. Interesting…
“Lyr, could you take these scrolls back to the Alcoves?” The raven clicked his bi-colored bill and took up the rolled papers as Ardyn handed them to him. The ink and writing stick could wait in the open, especially once he capped the clay bowl.
Soon enough Ardyn was trotting briskly across the plains, ink black fur ruffling in the breeze of his passage and the comfortable lspring wind rippling across the plains grasses. Sparks of fire-light kindled in his coal, even as he drew to a stop across from the tall man who’d assisted in the elephant hunt a few days prior.
“Afternoon; what brings you to the wall?”
He studied the man curiously, eyes roving his frame before Ardyn settled on his haunches with a casual flick of his tail to settle it to one side.
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.