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Ardyn
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
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A soft huff of amused agreement chuffed from Ardyn’s nose at the woman’s exclamation, and he nodded in agreement.
His ears pressed forward as he listened to the alphess’s description of her pack. Insomnia. While the name brought to mind nights of restless sleeplessness, her description was amiable enough. A home for those who found no home elsewhere that suited them, or accepted them. So long as they caused no trouble to him or his people, Ardyn could accept such a pack as his neighbor.
She was even honest that she’d taken the pack she’d challenged for, members included.
The mountain lion that accompanied her chimed in, and privately, he was glad to not have to decipher each sentence, though he was becoming accustomed to Medusa’s way of speaking after a little listening.
Ardyn listened closely to the lion’s words, nodding, features crinkling in distaste. Slavery was not something Valhalla favored. That some of those kept essentially hostage after Medusa’s takeover chose to stay, told him that while her takeover had been fierce, she wasn’t cruel.
“I can understand that. Valhalla may not cause trouble, but we will finish it to the best of our ability if pressed. Long ago, in the time of my ancestress, there was a war between Valhalla and a northern pack called Glaciem. There was a great siege. Valhalla lost, but we kept our home. The few prisoners won in that battle were not ill-treated, and after a time of good behavior, they would be released… or if they won a fight to be freed. Similar to the former Habari wolves, I suppose.”
Curiosity niggled at him, and he asked both at large, “Who was Habari’s alpha?”
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.