Fan the Flames [Raid Meeting]
Deadline is 28th of August. Rattle your hocks and get in here.
Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
Ardyn Adravendi |
Valhalla had been falling flat on its face. Oftentimes, it felt as though he was the only one hunting, the only one patrolling. The only wolf trying, other than his mother, Cairo, Taliesyn, Eramaya, and Legacy. He’d have hoped the Pirates’ raid would have helped shake some energy into the pack.
He huffed a soft snort through his nose, shaking away the ember of anger as he leaped to the boulder, freshly cleaned armor creaking softly as he took a seat on the stone. It had to be some failing of his own that had the pack so dormant, and he’d try his best to remedy it.
He had something he hoped might kindle their interest and excitement, aside from the festival on the horizon. It was a late-autumn event, in the end, but it would happen soon.
He sent a long, loud howl into the sky, an unmistakable call to war, and let the call rattle the hills and plains grasses as he lowered his muzzle, scanning the plains. He and Medusa had made the agreement just last week, so she had enough time to rattle the hocks of her pack, and he could get Valhalla rolling.
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.
Cairo II
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (295)
Weaponsmaster
9 Years
Male
50
BrienaSkysong
![Halloween 2020 - Witches Hut](/images/awards/events/HalloweenAdventure2.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
Being the King’s beta, he was privy to the flame-cloaked black male’s plans. He’d been spending the morning stretching his way through exercises to limber up, cleaning his armor and working any catches out of the joints, making sure all was in good repair before he donned it as Ardyn’s war cry rolled over the plains.
Cairo rose with a grin from where he’d been letting Enito put the final sharpening on the bear claws of his bracers, and set off with a brisk trot, tongue drifting from between his jaws in a casual pant, though his eyes glinted with a spark of eagerness.
He’d not won a single fight in any of the raids he’d participated in, either offensive or defending, and he meant to change that trend with this one.
The Adravendi arrived and took his seat on the boulder at Ardyn’s right, nodding at the king and noting the cleaned armor Ardyn wore. Seemed he wasn’t the only one who’d been in a cleaning frenzy.
Crysta settled on the boulder at his paws, feathers rustling softly as she swiveled her head in that familiar barn-owl head bob, watching the plains for the warriors. Enito plopped to the ground at the bottom of the boulder with a huff, running a last polishing sweep down the staff he'd chosen for the raid.
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Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
Aurielle Adravendi |
She had to admit, she was getting old. Oh, she still moved with her customary grace, but it came with a lot of stretching and “elder’s medication” courtesy of her daughter, as well as Eramaya and Legacy. But she was still keen to participate in this raid her son had brought up over dinner.
She’d already decided it would likely be her last hurrah before she retired to a mentor’s role to the pack. So, she, like several of the pack who’d been made aware of the impending battle, had spent her time cleaning and repairing her armor, sharpening the claws on her bracers, and moving through a series of long stretches to work the kinks out of her muscles and joints.
Finally, before donning the armor, she took the time to liberally roll in the pile of charcoal and soot in the fire chamber until her brilliant white fur’s glow was dimmed to nearly nothing by the black. She looked like a completely different wolf in color, but it would wear off, especially during the raid itself.
She loped across the plains to the gathering clearing, paws still light, even if she’d be laid up for a few days after all was said and done, even if she somehow avoided actual injury.
The former Queen came to a stop and settled, smiling up at her son and Cairo before she turned to watch for more warriors and the healers that would likely brief them on where healing camp would be.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
![[Image: bkRAV4d.png]](https://i.imgur.com/bkRAV4d.png)
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Taliesyn
Master Fighter (240)
Intermediate Intellectual (45)
13 Years
Male
163
BrienaSkysong
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
He’d been out of the loop. This time, but he hadn’t missed the preparations of those who had been in the know, and so, he and Wangui had been preparing. The stallion was intelligent enough to know war preparations when he saw them, so he’d set to rolling in the coal dust he’d been gathering from the fires in his grotto over the past seasons.
Once Wangui had finished cleaning his armor and sharpening the horn ornament he’d bear into battle, she prepared a slurry of water and coal, adding to the already darkened coat with the black wash until the stallion looked like a very dirty, natural grey horse that had not only missed a few baths but avoided them like the plague.
His mane was braided – with great effort, for the small lemur – and wrapped into leather pouches to hide the glow. His tail received the same treatment, bound up above most wolves’ ability to reach. Taliesyn was considering finding some barbs or blades to braid into the thick locks that might tear the mouths of those who tried to catch the enticing tail in their teeth during a fight – though even without barbs, they’d be fools to try – but for this battle, he’d leave off.
He lay out to let Wangui laboriously drag the armor onto his neck and slide the coil of steel over his horn, tip glinting in the light as he rolled to his hooves and set off at a trot, head perking higher as Ardyn’s howl reached his ears. Good, he was right on time.
The tall stallion came to a stop and took a place nearby out of the way, ears pricked forward in eagerness for the fight ahead. Whether real or practice, he was ready.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Tel'Teukiira
Expert Fighter (160)
Expert Intellectual (140)
5 Years
Female
0
Dragon Mod
![By the skin of my teeth](/images/awards/fighting/ByTheSkinOfMyTeeth.png)
![Pride - Demisexual](/images/awards/pride/demisexual.png)
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
She'd heard word of the upcoming raid against the strange pack, Insomnia. While she hadn't met the leader herself, she understood that Medusa was a bit...odd. And that was probably putting it mildly. She and her macaque companion set to work cleaning her gear that morning, waiting for Adryn's call. She was aware of the tactics that Aurielle and Tal used to hide their glowing hides, but Tel didn't quite have that problem. She had learned at last, how to master her own light. She could quell the glow at will, or shine it as bright as she wanted when she felt like it. Her feathered cloak also helped to hide any remnants of it should she lose control in some way. But for this? This was important enough that she'd need to focus to keep herself literally, in the dark.
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