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    An entity like this thing was cursed. Not due to a mysterious, shadowy past or the fact that they may have killed multiple people.

    Nope. It was solely due to the overly-cheery and motherly warmth constantly radiating off of golden-tinged plumage of a large chickadee bobbing happily by a freshly marked Ruiner marker. "I-I made sammiches! A-and soupies! For the little eggies here!" Makeshift covered containers rested by her talons, comfortably kept at a decently warm temperature by the pure affection washing off of her. A cold meal for an eggie? It was an unspeakable act that she did not even DREAM of committing. The Sanguine Ruins was a far cry from her previous homes such as the Kinship Circle (which had later become the Seren Copse), but she stuck out anywhere she went with how odd-looking she already appeared.

    She worriedly paced around, worried that the food was gonna get cold and there would be no eggie to consume them. Please, oh please, she could not let an eggie go hungry. Even in the cover of night, her warm light radiated against scary shadows. She would make sure to keep these eggies nice and safe.

    "I'LL TRY MY BEST BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU -" & TAGS

    » if siej thought he was small before compared to other animals than eggfriend here, a chickadee, a naturally small animals could bowl him over and kill him with a single talon. he was a hellhound, but a very small one, unfortunately. and he was mildly angry whenever encountering creatures larger than himself, everyone in his case, and so eggfriend was no exception. although there was also the dumbfounded look across his usually flat and apathetic features. sammiches? and soupies? what was she? was were those? what was this? was he having some type of fever dream?


    "..uh, name and business," he'd mutter out, brows furrowed and lips barely parted as he still tried to wrap his head around whatever this was that was happening.

    He silently hoped Cherrywine were here to witness this. A bird. Talking. Offering food. A giant bird talking offering food.


    Strager things have happened, he decided.

    Regardless, the creature was no threat. At least that was his observation.

    "Who cares? She has sammiches and soupies!" the second tier approached the bird curiously, intrigued excitement sparking his gaze. He hadn't had a sandwich in what felt like eons and he didnt know what an eggie was but he sure as hell was willing to become one if it meant he could have a taste of some sammiches and soupie. "I do have to ask, what are you doing here? Awfully peculiar to be hanging out in a place like this." the brit inquired curiously.

    tags

    Who was this cute little thing? Jace could just .. eat them up. The lion approaches with a smile upon his maw, pleasantly surprised by how friendly and cute this little bird was. However, he could never say he'd seen a bird this big. It was practically as big as him. "How can we help you?" He says, looking at the chickadee.

    [no blood, no bone, no ash]

    Tobi comes to stand beside Jace then, keeping his mouth shut in comparison to the others and just looking upon the large... bird. She was a sight to behold, strange, albeit he could only see the shadows of her being. Milky eyes carefully surveyed the heatwaves coming from about the girl, wondering how she kept herself so warm despite the cold--perhaps it was similar to him and how his fur, thick as a chinchilla, kept him almost overly warm.


    He'd never seen a bird quote this large, however. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it, and Tobi didn't really see much. He'd been told he was quite strange looking, with his thin, thin waist and hips and wide, wide shoulders, and let's not forget the crooked jaw and milky eyes, and the thick Mane of fur about his neck and the 24 inch tail. His ears twitched atop his head and he quickly seated himself, lines drawing between his brows. Long, white whiskers brushed against the angular curves of his cheekbones, pink, sandpaper tongue poking out to run along blackened lips.


    He hoped it wasn't so clear that he was wandering what the birdie tasted like, instead of the sandwiches and soup.

    "COME ON CARRY YOUR FLAME, SET THE LIGHT ON FIRE" & TAGS