Cast your Eye Afar [Cassiela]
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
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| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
Ardyn listened as Cassiela gave her impressions of the newly minted desert Mistress, nodding slightly at the assessment. A soft huff of amusement answered the small woman’s elaboration. “Perhaps she’s new or hasn’t asked the right wolves.”
He took in the information about the gathering the other pack had in mind, nodding again. It was a good way to investigate. The general bustle of festival atmospheres tended to blend things together into a swirl of colors, chatter and sound. Unless you were looking closely, an observer might go unnoticed.
Given his own appearance, it was unlikely he’d be able to sit back and watch from afar for very long without catching the eyes of others.
He tucked the thought away for further consideration accepting Cassiela’s own suggestion with a nodded grin. “Bumping into her outside of an event or political visit probably won’t be too unlikely. Should be interesting to see if her eyes let anything slip.”
The pause in Cassiela’s words came with a sense of trepidation, and he studied her with interest as the woman started out, tone serious. Ahh. Here it came. A decision.
He let her explain herself, nodding in agreement with her fear. He’d have done his best to pull the pack back together had he lost, and had the fight not been dissolved before it really began. It was a pity the woman had eluded his attacks and gotten away with no reminder of her poor choices, but in the end, Valhalla was safe for now, and that was what mattered most.
“Fear in such a time is natural. I would have done my best to pull together those willing to rebuild Valhalla, had I lost. As Erani rebuilt after her adopted daughter was defeated in a challenge. We always tend to rise from the ashes one way or another.” A soft chuckle rode that last statement before he let her continue.
A soft smile rested on his features at the end of Cassiela’s speech, and her request. It was always nice when your gut feelings proved you right.
“Welcome home. You’ve proven yourself well, especially with your initiative in gathering and bringing back information. With that in mind, what path are you wishing to take in Valhalla? You have a knack for diplomacy from what I’ve noticed.”
He sat back, head cocking as he regarded her with a faint grin, waiting to see what her response would be.
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.