LACE AROUND MY NECK -- P // THAD

[Charles]

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Came the terribly satisfying smack of the chickens head as it lolled against the ground, enticing the canine who carried it. He had snagged this thing right out of the barn a few miles back, he hadn't actually traveled that far just for this plumped prey. Rather than, he had decided he needed a breath of fresh air, and an annoying habit of his was to get lost in his own thoughts. His walk turned into quite the little journey and if anyone asked, he would simply use hunting as an excuse for his absence. Not that anyone would exactly miss his presence.

Charles had purpose in his strides, cranium held high as always; his blue luminaries flicking their greeting to anyone who looked his way. He carried himself farther, until some familiar turf was in his line of sight. Picking up the pace, he reached the middle of the clearing. Shifting the avian in his mouth, his optics flushed with irritation God...was it hot today? Or was it just him?

Charles' tail was flapping lamely behind him; he had been heading towards the fresh kill pile, the chicken hanging just in front of him. There were many members crisscrossing through the area. The light air that was blowing off of the motion was enjoyable, but definitely not enough. He felt his maw part to let out a lolling pink tongue, dropping the chicken in its wake.
There was no way he could stay in the open for this long.
''Anybody know where the food pile is?''
He didn't know if that was how it worked around here, better to figure out now, than look inferior later. He just wanted to get this food somewhere and then get somewhere cool.

[britty]

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THADDEUS IRVING [abbr=1 year and 10 months, cis male, shadowclan member, murderous, out for blood, dangerous, sadistic, crazy, unstable, unattached to reality, scary, he's such lovely dude, Siberian husky, pitch black with golden eyes]✨[/abbr]
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Thaddeus had gone on a border patrol earlier in the morning with some of the clan members he was more fond with.  Though he had ended up having a very uneventful patrol though, boring and had gone no whereat all to be honest.  Sure he marked the borders in order too keep the scent strong and fresh to possibly keep any unwanted guests from walking over into their territory.  But he laid in the clearing next to the food pile, not like he was planning to steal any of it, he just taken residence there when he first got back.  And that is where he's inhabited all this time. 

His pitch black coat making any sort of light hit him just absorb into it, not really reflecting any of it.  Suddenly his ears caught the voice of another, looking around his liquid golden optics saw the figure of Charles.  He was an interesting dude, he held himself to high stature and high standards, but Thaddeus also didn't know him very well.  Then again why get to know someone if they may not be able to benefit you in the long run- that'd just be a waist of his precious time.  Letting out a yawn he listened to the question that Charles stated simplistically. ''Anybody know where the food pile is?''

"Aye why don't you try this pile."  Thaddeus spoke his tail wagging side to side in a gentle brisk motion.  As always though that little smirk remained on the lips of Thaddeus, giving him this rather testy look.   
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GENERAL
✨ Thaddeus Maximus Irving | Thad | Cis Male (he/him)
✨ Leo / 1 year and 10 months / ages every 350 posts
✨ Shadowclan former Thunderclan, has Bloodclan heritage though
✨ Warrior
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ He was born to having a mother who was a loner and a father who was a bloodclan member, both of these two are dead, he has no idea that of whom his parents was because no one else knows.
✨ He is a sadistic character, he is out to humiliate others and just fuck with them, it gives him joy, he lives off that shit.
✨ He has a generic American accent that is slightly monotone but is also a very 'wow scary' sort of vocal range.
✨ Smells of dead punk bands

PHYSICAL
✨ With a large build he is not bulked up but he is lean, yet still sturdy and hardy to at the touch.  He has several scar most noticeable though are; one on his neck, one that looks like a knife was stabbed on his left shoulder, and one straight across his back that looks like he got with a whip or something of a sort, and one around his left hind ankle.  His fur is pitch black and seems to absorb any small fraction of light that his thick fur.  His eyes are a alluring golden brown that draws in anyone to just get a little closer glimpse.  He resembles if he where to be human Dylan O'Brien.
✨ Siberian Husky
✨ Injuries: none at this moment
✨ Aliments: healthy

PERSONA
✨ ENTJ | The CEO | The Sadist | The Commander
✨ Loyal, brave, daring, dominating
✨ Depressed, dark, scary, terrifying, killer, sadistic

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Pansexual and Panromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION
✨ no powers yet
✨ dirty fighter and like to instigate, or mess with the opponent
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #6f1313
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 
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