Jackdaw Ch. 01: Assignment
#1 of jackdaw well here it is! the first story i've uploaded. i'm very nervous to see how this story pans out myself.
Our Nest
That seemed to be the cue for everyone to pile onto jess, with lace and beep already there, but the jay, and another crow, and a jackdaw who'd arrived more recently, and more crows, and even the giant raven wobbling and shuffling and inevitably knocking a
Regrowth - by Jeeves
Just a few carrion birds; jackdaws and crows, picking over the leavings of insects and the wildlife that had lost its life through trauma or simple fear as the humans tore their world asunder.
A Deadly Contest
The jackdaw was sitting on a ledge with a few other flyers, screeching down at the incoming crowd. huntchy was silent, his long face having nothing to do with his species' facial construction.
He Walks As My Shadow 7 - The Demon and the Werewolf
Crows and jackdaws had the last word in the dwindling sounds of the evensong. "nice place," said the raptor. "sure is!" said the kitty. "...you ever imagine settlin' down somewhere like this?" "nope."
Wolves In A Storm
And an eerie, ethereal silence falls over the countryside, broken only by the building wind, or the errant call of a sheep or jackdaw. true, the sky had been grey all day.
Country Pursuits
My pained breaths, wind rushing past my muzzle, and a distant jackdaw startled by my paw-beats. but then i feel it. the thunder of hooves, and the maddened bark of hounds. my pulse races, thrumming in my ears. yet through my fear, the world turns sharp.
Going Home p. 1-30
"you've used eleven sheets of my best cardstock and half of my goddamned ivory black on 'jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz!'" "sorry, sir," ana said. he had ink on his hands and he suspected he had ink on his face.
Zion: Preparing for the (LITERARY) Climax
How will harmony deal with the faithless high priestess and her jackdaw accomplice? the only certain thing within the confrontation is that the world is only large enough for one high priestess of myrh...
An Avian Heir
Her name was charlotte bissonnette, and she was a durian jackdaw anthro of seventeen years. she'd come to work at the ranch about a year prior and had always been a good worker.
Goober
I made maddened flaps as the jackdaw looking ugly turkey saw me. i dove in! "what the fuck was that?" the bird asked. "you'll find out!!" i yelled.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 19
jackdaws, crows, ravens, and they were all led by this rusty-colored golden eagle. an' they...heh, they-they were quite a pawful, let me tell ya. ...i hate birds. can't stand 'em. you think bloodthirsty vermin with swords an' spears are bad?"