What Is The Glue That Binds Us?
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
BrienaSkysong
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It had been far, far too long since he’d looked upon the walls of home. They still stood, even if the pack scent borders Valhalla had been marked out by were gone.
Ardyn drew in a deep breath, then padded forward, passing through the western gateway of the wall. Autumn was soon settling in over Boreas. Was his mother… He bent, breathing in the scents, nose wrinkling as the traces of loners stung his nose, wolves that didn’t belong here, but luckily, it seemed they hadn’t stayed long.
But there, he was utterly relieved to find, were very recent traces of his mother, and, more surprisingly, Coran. His cream and brindle-painted brother had been among those who had all but abandoned the pack toward the end when Ardyn had finally put his paw down and decided that if the pack could not behave as a pack, then there would be no pack, no home at all.
His head rising, Ardyn set off at a brisk trot, paws retracing old paths in a way that felt so familiar, and so right after so long.
He and Tel had traveled far in their search for her kin, if any even survived. They retraced as much of the path she could remember taking when she was lost, up until they had met at the Field and had their first spar.
And, by the grace of all the Gods, they were successful. Not just that, but several of Tel’s kin and homeland-folk had decided to come to Boreas, though when they would arrive, he was unsure.
Her birth land, and her birth-folk were fascinating. He and she fit in among them, hardly looking out of place. After so long among her birth people, it would be strange to see naturally colored and marked wolves again.
His ears perked at the sounds of digging, and his steps slowed as he spotted his brother, becoming almost catlike and silent. As much as he had begun to resent Coran for all but vanishing, the maverick, playful urge to prank his smaller brother was a force to be reckoned with.
He lay in wait as Coran tidied his old den, then set about working a hide into strips. Glue maybe?
He waited until Coran seemed pretty deep in his task before he pushed off with his hind paws in a leap, aiming to land squarely on Coran, ideally straddling him between all four paws.
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.
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