Jackal

Araziel was already wasted. He’d spent the previous five nights just drinking non-stop. Vodka, rum, wine, vodka, whisky, vodka… He even blacked out at one point just to wake up again with his head in the communion wine. His poor lilgrim and wulven struggled to pull his head out of the tank after he fell asleep again and almost drowned in the wine… that would have not been good for the flavor. At last, his wulven gave up and ran to get Mercy while his lilgr...

"Ah are you heading out for the weekend again?" Charon turned around at the voice and frowned at one of the newer gardeners in his charge. The way that question had been phrased had a underlying tone of accusation to it which he did not appreciate and the younger employee slinked away at the look on his face. "Master Wolfsbane has been so gracious to give us flexible schedule and you are accusing me of taking too much advantage of that. Watch your tone." His tone had gotten sharp as Ch...

“Thanks Beanny!” Dolce called over his shoulder, barely avoiding slamming into another bun as he left the Paradise Cafe.    “Oops, sorry!” Dolce cast them an apologetic smile as his hands tightened around the pink take-out cup in his hands. There was a cold breeze this morning, so Dolce had decided to treat himself with something warm to sip.    Now, what to do today… Dolce took a sip of his drink and hissed softly as he quickly realized his tea was s...

While Mynte was still nowhere near close to feeling like home within the Heavenly Embassy’s gardens, the sloth bun was also nowhere near as anxious as that first day they took the step to visit. They were still pretty damn anxious, but that was kind of a given, the sloth bun’s personality considered… Though it probably didn’t help a whole bunch that he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched whenever he decided to look around; see how the flowers h...