Freaky Friday
Naked Tel is naked
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1051
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Adravendi |
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He’d just come off patrol, filled with the contentment of a duty well finished and ready for a few hours nap before taking the pups for a hunting lesson, maybe in making snares. The night had been uneventful, aside from chasing off a trio of coyotes that had decided a firelit black behemoth with long sabers and strange front paws wasn’t something they’d be able to handle between the three of them.
They’d fled, and he made note of them to pass on to the next shift.
A shriek hit his ears, so full of horror that his hackles shot up, hide prickling painfully. Tel?!
Dirt scattered into the air as he bolted toward the sound, opting to vault over the heather and wild lavender as Lyr surged ahead to guide the King through the thick miasma.
Ardyn lit into the area he was pretty sure he’d heard her scream from, a vision of wrath and flame, sabered bared and eyes searching for something, only there was nothing.
There was no sign of struggle, and he almost wondered if the Long Night and its voices were returning until a sound from the bushes near the base of the standing stones caught his ears and he stilled, head tipping slightly.
Lyr lit on the stone above Tel, head cocking to observe the woman, wings fluttering with a surprised croak as the difference registered.
Ardyn glanced up at the raven, noting that there was no danger, or Lyr wouldn’t have stayed put.
Finally the King peered at the form huddled at the base of the standing stone, then came closer and got a good look at—oh gods.
A blank look of shock slackened his features as he took in the state of his friend. Then relief swept over him. Bald he could take. Slaughtered by some trespassing enemy or taken prisoner… No. He couldn’t stand that.
He moved to settle beside her if she’d let him, offering his warmth as he turned and dug through one of his pouches for a tightly rolled cloak and offered it to her.
“Are you alright?”
While it was a lame query, given her state and the screech she’d given, it would open the way for a conversation that might let her work through the shock she’d gotten.
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.