This Place Smells Like Dooooom
Ardyn, Tel
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1056
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It was an adjustment, being ousted from his own homeland, if indirectly. They had managed to take everything of great import, including uprooting and transporting Eramaya’s little garden in clay pots. Since then, they’d been settled in the Valley.
He’d been concerned, mostly for Coran’s health and recovery, but also for his parents. They weren’t young, especially his mother. She wasn’t decrepit, by any means, but it was a lot to take in so late in one’s life.
Coran, at least, seemed to have come farther along on his recovery. At least there was that boon.
However, the great tremors overnight, and the horrid, bloody sky come the morning had Ardyn fully on edge. So when he saw both Tel and Coran missing from the temporary dens on the ridgeline of the valley, he set out immediately, loping along the scent trails. They hadn’t left together, so he sent Sädir along Coran’s trail while he and Lunira followed Tel’s.
Luckily, it seemed that though his fiancé and Coran hadn’t left in the same direction, they had more or less met up in the end, as Lyr winged back and croaked.
It wasn’t long after that Ardyn spotted Tel’s pulsing light and some of the anxiety eased out of his heart, even more so when he spotted Coran’s pale cream and brindle-white coat.
“Is everything alright?”
And then he actually registered his surroundings and paused, heart immediately lodging somewhere in his throat as he took in the spires and the sound of the wind screaming between them. He’d been so focused on following his mate’s scent, he had completely disregarded the unnatural sights around him.
His felt his entire pelt crawl under his armor as he gazed around, mismatched eyes wide.
“Do… Do either of you remember this land being here before?”
He couldn’t help the apprehension in his voice as he cautiously approached the one Coran was investigating and sniffed, though he was leery of letting his face get within three feet of it.
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.