Where the Girl Is
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Adravendi |
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The King listened as Tyto spoke, interest glinting in those mismatched fire and ice eyes behind the motifed mask of light. His ears flicked forward in recognition of the name Acere. Ah, the King of Winterfell. It had… well, fallen, but his mother hadn’t learned the circumstances of the change in monarchy.
The thought of his own kin striving to rip the foundation of Valhalla out from his and everyone else’s paws – and hooves, in Taliesyn’s case – was unnerving. He was deeply thankful that none of his siblings or cousins had an eye for the throne. He didn’t like the idea of having to fight someone he cared for in earnest.
His muzzle dipped in a nod as Tyto’s words ended. Fighters were always well-needed in any pack, even the most peaceful ones. Peace still needed violence to defend it in the long run.
Ardyn smiled, then rose, tipping his head to invite the man in and to walk with him. “Then, welcome to Valhalla. I hope that, in time, you’ll find the ability to trust us as a new family of sorts. I hope to see you strive to rise through the ranks for the betterment of the pack and the wellbeing of Valhalla’s people. If there’s a higher rank you feel you can serve best in, pleas let me know. High ranks can be attained through hard work and dedication, and depending on how well you’ve proven yourself, they can be challenged for. But your record best reflect that it’s not merely for personal gain.”
The man seemed humble, from his shyness at receiving thanks for help in a mere hunt – alright, it’d been hunting a gigantic creature – and Ardyn hoped that humility was a part of the man’s nature as a whole.
As they walked, the King outlined the pack’s customs and ranks, how they worked, and what the laws were. He paused often to let Tyto absorb the information and internalize it, ensuring nothing was skipped over or missed in the briefing.
As they reached the meeting ground, Ardyn turned and smiled at the man, asking, “Will you be denning in a hut, a traditional den, or in an Alcove in the Seat? They’re open to the entire pack, as a whole.”
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.