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Mermaid



You're not feeling so well...

Deluge

Raiders Hollow
The Drunkard Queen

Master Fighter (290)

Master Navigator (400)

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age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
36
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
254
player
NachoMumma

Critical Attack!Island HopperWinnerUnderachieverOverachieverStudent
Double MasterCritical Observation!How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! Samhain 2022Statue 5 Worship
09-30-2022, 05:33 PM (This post was last modified: 10-07-2022, 07:50 PM by Deluge. Edited 1 time in total.)

She had gotten by for a few days on the island, catching crabs and small fingerling fish when she could and she watched the weather and the waves, picking out the rip that had dragged her this far and making sure to avoid it on her journey back. She was young, and though she was large for her age, she was still too small to make the swim unaided. She had decided to make the journey beneath the full moon, and almost drowned trying to get back to the mainland. Fortune would have it that a mother turtle on her way to lay eggs on the shore (unknown to the girl) either blindly careened into her path and carried her the last length to shore, or she had seen and known, and taken pity on the girl. As the heavy creature pulled herself up onto the sand, Deluge coughed and spluttered and marvelled at the size of the sea beast. No wonder it had felt like the earth coming up to hold her. She would have barely been a load for the ancient ocean dweller. "Uhh, thanks…" she offered, not quite sure if the turtle would understand her or not, but she didn’t have much else to offer, until the lumbering giant continued it’s way up the sand and then began to dig.

Well that was something she could help with. Sand flew fast beneath her pale stomach as she attempted to help the creature dig it’s hole. She had never seen anything this bizarre in her life. When the turtle turned around the girl became confused, was she just digging a hole for fun and now she was returning to the ocean? But as eggs began to be laid with Deluge holding a front row seat, her face heated beneath her fur and she stammered for a few moments before she fled, mortified… Sand turned to soil and moor grass seemed to spring up between her toes.

The sodden, sandy, glowing girl trudged across the moor with little regard for who called it home. She had come in from the ocean, and missed any markers that would have declared this land claimed, and even if she had found them, it was doubtful she would have taken a detour, tired and hungry as she was. Her honey-hued eyes were trained on the sky, unfamiliar stars winking down at her. She had to try and get home.

Her head turned this way and that as shivered wracked her frame. Some of these stars she didn’t know. Everything was different to how it should be if she was sitting on the obsidian sand, and to get the stars to where they should be, she would have to travel that way? East? and maybe a little bit north? She had not concept of just how far she had come, and now that it came to getting home, the journey ahead was daunting.

Deluge gave her head a shake to dislodge the water from her ears. Yeah, that way. She supposed, taking a stab in the dark. Anything was better than standing here and freezing. If it didn’t get her home, maybe it would get her to someone who could point her in the right direction. Her strides lengthened and the glow of her coat brightened, a shooting star across the barren landscape, her head on an angle, one ear turned forward, and the other back.

She took a passing interest in the foggy moonlit landscape, wondering if it would look more vibrant under the sun? Under the muted glow of the fat full moon, everything was painted in shades of grey, just like she was, the vibrant purple of whatever the fragrant plant she crushed under her paws dulling to the deepest purple she had ever seen.

Wisps of fog reached out to embrace her and she wondered if perhaps she should try to swing around, to keep a clear eye on the sky? But judging by the wall that rose up before her, she would find herself running in circles. It would be best to stay her course and try to get to where she was going as quickly as she could. It wasn’t until she reached the outskirts, a wall of stone rising up before her and the distant bleeting of goats that she realised her transgression. Well, no point putting out a call now. All she would have to do is scramble up the stones and give a flick of her bobbed tail and she would be free of this place, right?

Surely everyone was soundly asleep and she would be nothing but a salt-water and seafood trail, shooting like an arrow across the moor come morning, no havoc left in her wake, just passing through, right? Nails scrabbled on stone as she moved to make her final escape. She just wanted to get home to her siblings.

"Speech"

819/800
Due to distance kept from her Raider kin and her regular travelling taking her out of pack lands, Deluge smells and acts like a loner. The only noticeable scent other than her own is Dread who may join any of her threads at any time.




Ardyn

Loner

Master Fighter (250)

Master Hunter (240)

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age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
1056
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
501

Samhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
10-10-2022, 12:06 AM
[ooc: late, but I got there]
Ardyn Adravendi
He’d had enough of the hoodlum goats that had decided to invade Valhalla’s lands of late. Just about the time he thought he’d managed to kick them out, they bounced back in.

He’d finally set Lunira and Sädir to chase the idiots off while he took a break and made patrol rounds. The light caught his attention on one such round, nearing the wall. Too small to be Tel, too dim to be his mother, and way too small to be Taliesyn.

The owner was on the wrong side of the wall, so he slid into a silent pursuit, slipping up behind the pup and cocking his head. She wasn’t causing much trouble, but she wore a pack scent below the sodden smells of ocean life.

She didn’t seem to be causing any trouble – if anything, she seemed very keen to get over the wall. Still too small to scale it without one of the ramps still a ways down the wall’s interior.

“Need help, pup?”

His deep rumble was faintly amused as he stepped up to stand alongside her, coat sparking.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ----  "Hear" ---- Think


Ardyn's family (Red, Aurielle, Siblings, Valhalla) are allowed to crash threads, regardless of private tags.

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.






You're not feeling so well...

Deluge

Raiders Hollow
The Drunkard Queen

Master Fighter (290)

Master Navigator (400)

An icon representing the specialty Saboteur Saboteur

An icon representing the specialty Fleet-footed Fleet-footed

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
36
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
254
player
NachoMumma

Critical Attack!Island HopperWinnerUnderachieverOverachieverStudent
Double MasterCritical Observation!How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! Samhain 2022Statue 5 Worship
03-11-2023, 05:49 PM

Under other circumstances, the offer for help would have been met with a bristle and a pout. She wasn't a helpless baby, except, maybe she actually was... The vibrations that ran up her legs as her feline claws scratched on stone almost made her sick to her stomach. It had been days since she had a decent meal and she was wet, and cold and tired. In a very uncharacteristic turn of mood the young wolf sniffled. "Jus'wannagohome." Her paws pushed at the wall, willing it to budge and make an opening small enough for her to squeeze through, but the stone wouldn't move. "Big rip pulled me out to a little island and smelly Armada man left me there. My brother's'll be worried so I gotta get home, if I make the stars right, I'll get there."

"Speech"
Due to distance kept from her Raider kin and her regular travelling taking her out of pack lands, Deluge smells and acts like a loner. The only noticeable scent other than her own is Dread who may join any of her threads at any time.