Order of Pengu #2
The pair of fowl immediately blocked the door with their bodies upon hearing the question. they were in a panic as they pressed their backs against the metal door. "we don't open this door, ever." said zzyzx with an overt aura of fear.
Ragnarok - XXII
I name thee husband of the carrion fowl! i name thee lost, and loser, and hopeless! i name thee twelfth arcana, the hanged man! i name thee martyr, name thee sacrifice! i name thee roland, sebastian, hector! i name thee mandos, gleaner of the dead!
Hypnovember Day 26 - Luck
All the fowl that they'd managed to shoot had turned towards them, their feathery bodies sparkling with pretty colour. from this distance, maple didn't feel any effects. but it was clear that it had melted his buddy's brain.
The End: Chapter 6: Fairytale
Chapter 6: fairytale i cannot recall the world in which i found myself when i finally allowed slumber to lead me to the realm of my dreams, but i can vaguely recall seeing kate's image in my mind before i was pulled from slumber by the migratory fowl we had
A Swimmers Bliss
They where all memorized anyways, a habit he had token to after being fowled out once for accidentally bumping another swimmer, something he had not been careful to avoid because he did not know he should have been.
Love of Disaster: Part One
Just as the attack faded, ash droped down to one knee, panting as he could fell the pain fowling through out his chest, not knowing if he can survive another attack but he needs to get this absol safe and heeled at the closses pokemon center.
Heritage
If he were sober enough to think straight, he might have pondered about such a large fowl, but in his current state only one thing was going through his mind.
Delivering More Than Expected
The wolf was guaranteed to smell pretty fowl after tomorrow morning's ritual, but there was no need to add insult to injury with such a fragrance.
Fowl Play 2: Losing Streak (Feat: Jasper)
#31 of non-canon stories guess a lost bet isn't always bad~ here's the sequel to fowl play jasper wanted! i'm so grateful he wanted me to write this story for him and i think it turned out great!
The Flug Fly
Not a grubby, grimy, fowl smelling... there was an odd light on, flickering, not very bright, near a door at the end, he felt drawn towards it. but as he approached, he noticed that things really didn't look right. not at all.
Chapter 7: A Heart That Burns Alone
_lucky for you i'm not hungry pesky fowl! i never miss my intended prey!_ it was early afternoon, a blazing sun shone high in the sky which was of a deep azure, specked with white clouds carried lazily by the wind, a perfect day for napping.
Skank Into Stink-Beast: Second Metamorphosis
Her dream this time was a more pleasant one, of hunts and rut, and sharing a prized fat fowl with her mate-to-be.