Recent content by Lord Boch

*scratches about for open chronicles*

The woman let herself be drug into conversation, leaving the chicken to fend for itself. It ruffled its feathers, making twisting motions as it shook itself to clean off imaginary dust. The bangles jingled and tinkled, one especially noticeable piece of circular gold about the neck caught the...

The chicken was quick to forget the cruelty of the shiny stick wielding man when the seed was presented. Though a wary series of drawn out trills happened, while still trying to devour the offering, when the automaton made itself known. A shiny man instead of a shiny stick man. The leery side...

*Angry Bok-ing*

The hat wearing chicken had watched the display Gracie put on with what could be guessed to be interest. It was hard telling aside from the fact that the head had been turned to catch her movements as she went along. If she was waiting for a few ruffled feathers, there were none from the...