"*[i]Bzzzt[/i]* [b][i]It's goin down for reaaaal! It's goin-[/i][/b]" WHAM! These were some of the first sounds to emanate from behind one of the bedroom doors of the cabin. The cause of the slamming -a large heavy hand- slowly drug itself away from a radio atop a nightstand that it had struck and retreated beneath the heavy comforter that draped a lumpy mass atop a twin bed. There was a grumbling sound beneath the comforter for a few moments before a shaggy patch of platinum blond hair emerged, followed by the rather irritable looking face of Jacque. "[b][color=f26522]Hate that damn song...[/color][/b]" Jacque growled, his voice coarse, deep, and rumbling . It wasn't very often that Jacque got up before midday, even less so for him to be up before the sun had full risen, however it was his turn to tend to the livestock. There was a rustling sound beneath the comforter as a scaly black and orange tail emerged opposite the side where Jacque's head had come out. Jacque moved the tail slowly as if to see if it still functioned, then used the appendage to drag the comforter down from his head and shoulders before he could succumb to delicious sleep again. Because he had slept on his stomach, the action exposed a pair of rust colored wings with small flecks of black lining the tips, he extended these wings, hissing softly as he felt the joints pop. 

Jacque shuddered a bit at the unwelcome intrusion of cold air on his skin before completely kicking off the comforter and stumbling out of bed, revealing that he was already partially dressed for the task at hand, wearing a black long sleeve shirt, a pair of worn overalls with a hole in the back for his tail, and some cotton socks. He stood at his full height and stretched a bit, his muscles rippling beneath his clothing, looking more like taught cables than flesh, a result of constant experimentation and several months of hard work. Out of all of the flock Jacque was the oldest, and quite possibly a contender for the physically strongest if his imposing size and physique wasn't a give away. Were a stranger to view him and his group, they might even mistake him as the leader, however they'd soon find that they were wrong to assume so. In truth, Jacque was more than content to follow Luna's orders unquestioningly so long as it kept him alive and food on the table. The man rolled his neck a few times to relieve some stiffness before snatching a bottle of listerine from the night stand and downing some of the contents. After replacing the bottle, Jacque exited his room and made his way towards the front door, swishing the listerine about in his mouth as he moved through the cabin. 

Upon his exit Jacque noticed Luna leaning over the railing, looking to be in a good deal of pain yet again with Estelle on standby. "[b][color=f26522]Mmph.[/color][/b]" He grunted before he spat the listerine over the railing and onto the ground below, "[b][color=f26522]You look like you're having a shitty time. Headaches back again?[/color][/b]" he asked rather bluntly.