Jackal

Fuyuko had occasionally seen the prickly envy bun around a lot and to be honest she really intrigued the starry prideful bun who wanted to know more about her. But first. Her attire really had Fuyuko really curious and so that was what led her to doing deep-dive into fashion, genres and such. Punk fashion seemed most appropriate to what Jackal often favored. To put in in simple terms, it involved either ripped jeans or cargo pants; either band tees or dark tanks or cropped tops or all of ab...

The word felt weird on her tongue: bir-duh. Without the stress on the d, the bir sounding like brr, it was so fucking cold out...

Flint wasn't expecting the church library to be so large. Finding any information on these “birds” was going to take way longer than he expected.   “You know how they organise this place by any chance?” He asked, turning to the envy bun beside him. All Jackal did was shrug, and beeline to the nearest bookshelf. “Now you actually gonna help, or you just plan on standing there and doing nothing?” She...

Annoyance was riddled across Jackal’s face, talk of the ‘feather’ that had fallen all the way  down to burrowgatory had made its rounds rather quickly. Her cold green eyes stared at the very few books Mercy had laid out for her to look over all they had. It turns out, there were not very many books on ‘birds.’ One she had found was talking about a bird called the “Phoenix.” ...

“URGHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN LOOKING FOR?!”“Shhhhhh… steel thy resolve, Leader Jackal! Fear not, for I am here!”“That doesn’t make it any better!” What a whirlwind these past several days have been for these two intrepid buns. On one of the “hang outs” that these two...

“Dude, are you for real right now?”“Leader Jackal, I am never not ‘for real right now’!” The voices of an odd pair of buns resounded from the halls of a certain establishment located in a sprawling offshoot from northern Burrowgatory. The Hoarde was quite a unique place — a lowered entryway leads into the unassuming building’s front… but the scenery hidden ...

She’d do it for Misty. She had long since decided that - if you considered just the previous night a long made decision. Either way, Jackal was determined to trudge through these books. For their sake. Having a noble cause didn’t make it much easier, though. The floral way the Church of Sulfur had chosen to record some of these “birds” was a pain. What was wrong with just saying what they meant? Why did everything have to be compared to like, five other things? As if eac...