ooc: yay for too lazy for tables
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The bird felt the canine pup brush against him, sending cool shivers up the bird's spine as he hopped back and away from the child. She'd gotten a whiff of his feathers, and Azazel frowned visibly. "So what if I don't bathe!" Carmine eyes turned off to the Orion entrance mournfully, giving a miserable peep. "Why does everyone tell me that? I feel like I smell just alright." Audibly sighing, the bird tilted his head and looked at the wolf. "I have been here before. Just waiting for someone. I felt like I had to meet someone here..."
Wait a minute...
Was this who he'd felt like he'd have to meet? This grumpy pup? Maybe she took lessons from Cancer and was a member of Maji Walezi. She didn't seem like a lover of water, though. "Who are you? I'm Azazel. The Bone King of Canis." Well, he didn't know that he was both self-proclaimed and smelled super bad and disgusting, somehow.