[Chad]

links to art/aesthetic goes here when he has one lol

Word spread quickly among the flock; the parrots fluttered past squawking of every little thing that happened. Someone new had arrived, someone new! Chad, who was currently sprawled out with all four legs in the air, was far too busy sunning himself to even give a shit about the newcomers. He'd find them eventually, or they'd find him. It was as simple as that. And well, if any of them were beautiful women, Chad would be happy to take notice.

Imagine, a Sanguine lad like him gifting a non-aviari woman with his attention.

One eye lazily opened as he heard a rustle in the bushes, and his trusty rat companion came scampering out towards him. The thing twitched and squeeked, pacing back and forth beside his head. "'Ello mate." He closed his eye and resumed his relaxation, one of his back legs becoming a little more tense as he felt the fucking fleas biting at him. "Do me a fuckin' favour, yeah? Back legs itching again, mind givin' it a scratch?" His build up of fat around his stomach had made it difficult for him to bite at the area like a typical canine would.

His rat was the only one who could do it, for the poor bastard lost his sense of smell years ago after the 'incident'; the hyperactive git was scurrying around Chad's legs one night after a long, busy day and got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Chad sat on the resilient fucker and didn't find the energy to get up. For six hours. Chad had forgotten the poor bastard existed after the squeeking stopped and just assumed he had found the only comfortable spot in the entire fucking jungle.

Back to present day, however, and his rat didn't seem to obey. It just kept making a fucking racket and soon Chad felt his patience snap.

"Fuckin' gimme a scratch you annoying, noisy fuckhead!" A nearby paw slapped said Fuckhead across the floor, but his eyes were now on another interruption. "Aine!" He didn't bother getting up or making room for his sister to laze beside him (she wouldn't have accepted the offer anyway, he knew her). Maybe this was the reason why Fuckhead was screaming so much; a little warning for the man that he was about to get lectured for the next hour or so.

If he was dreading it, he hid it well, giving his sister a grin.

"Heard you been pretty fuckin' busy, eh?"

A new wave of stench ripped through the air around him, invisible to the naked eye.

Silent but deadly.

[Aine]

Speech: #339966

Times had been rough these last few days and weeks.

It wasn't that Aine was incapable of doing her job, oh no it was quite the opposite, she was simply being overworked and demanding control of everything around her. It wasn't unusual for her to be a highly demanding Aviari; her family line had been sullied by her brother's own name, and with the civil war having come and gone, the Roc of Eyes was sure that her placement amongst the ranks would do some good for the family as a whole. So far it hadn't worked out in her favor but she kept the optimistic outlook that her overachievement and her desires to be any other wolf from any other family would give her the leverage to speak good things about the Sanguine name and erase whatever stigmas still lingered. It was, of course, a new time after all! Anything could happen!

"Aine!"

The words cut through the usual silence like nails on a chalkboard. Whatever day Aine was about to have- it was all about to about face and go directly downhill. As she wandered in to view of her brother, her body sank in to an almost defeated position; she held through though, stiffening her stance and glaring down at him. If no one else could see her disgust and defeat with a brother who would never listen to her- she sure as hell wasn't about to let him see that he was very nigh to breaking her. No. Aine was better than that- she would fight tooth and nail if need be for him to bathe himself and be....presentable.


"Heard you been pretty fuckin' busy, eh?"

She gave him a sneer as he spoke again, pausing to stare down at him. The lecture that was at the tip of her tongue was cut off as the world around them went from smelling...somewhat normal (it was hard for any space to smell normal with someone who lacked basic hygiene) but the rank smell of rotting carcasses filled the air almost instantly and Aine couldn't help but find herself peeling back with a start and a revolting look of disgust plastered on to her face.

"You disgust me," came the monotone reply from the Roc as she stared down at him, teeth ever so slightly bared as she tried to rid herself of his ungodly stink. A front paw rose to cover her nose, but even then his entire enigma of a living thing baffled her.

"Why do you not take a bath? Why is it so hard for you to care about simple things?" Her tone grew sharp now as she stared down at him. Perhaps it was a more maternal instinct that kept her around him- something deep within the back of her mind saying 'take care of him, he's your brother. Your parents would want you two to be together after all you've been through'- whatever it was, Aine hated the fact that she still had those lingering senses of kinship to this otherwise disgrace of a Sanguine.


"Do you want our family name to be just, just, THROWN in to the mud? Your actions will have severe consequences!" She stared down at him with narrowed eyes though her voice now was a bit more of a plea than it was a sharp swat on the nose.

Why couldn't he be like the rest of the pack and actually give a shit?