Serval and Sheep Prologue: Exhibition Match
Congratulations to jacob sheep desmond!"
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 19)
The visual sterility of the room was interrupted with the wooly spots of charcoal black and shimmering horns that could only belong to a jacob sheep.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 29)
The jacob sheep waits for him to back away, readying his own charge. "if peter's fine with it, i'm fine with it. he respects this team like all of us do." crash. his upper horn slips a little on impact. not great.
Serval and Sheep Prologue: SIDE SHEEP
As a jacob sheep, i am amongst the cooler-looking of my kind. my four horns are awe-inspiring and dangerous. no. 2! it may have been tough, but i have become the captain of the ram fighting team during freshman year.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 6)
The jacob sheep pushes himself up in a huff, ignoring leslie's extended hand. "just peachy. let's keep going." the older ram backs away from desmond's butting head. "practice is over anyways, captain. let's hit the lockers."
Sellouts or Survivors
She called over to the fennec/jacob sheep hybrid, a name she only used when the two were alone, the last remnant of the life the hermaphrodite left behind.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 4)
He's well-built for a jacob sheep, and the piebald pattern of his freshly shaved fur curve around his muscles, accentuating them. but to a carnie... what does a carnie see when they look at him? he returns his gaze to the ragged punching bag.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 37)
The jacob sheep mutters. suddenly, an idea comes to mind. a stupid one, but there are really no options left in such little time. "actually... i could use some advice." brian's beak nearly hits the floor.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 23)
While he may curse every aspect of his herbivorous existence, he always thanks the ethereal forces that be for being born a jacob sheep. the sheep, for as long as the animal has existed, is fodder. they are common, impressionable, and exploitable.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 1)
At the door, now agape, stands a jacob sheep, one hand still on the handle. his expression is unreadable. "ah, you're the new vice president!" brian once again provides the welcoming service.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 40)
Almost as if by instinct, the two bovids look behind them expecting an irate jacob sheep ready to yank them by the horns. however, the ram fighting captain is nowhere near them.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 31)
"ba--" a pathetic bleat escapes the jacob sheep's throat before slapping his lips to shut himself up. "sorry, i didn't even say hello." solomon expression remains unchanged. "good evening." desmond chocked down a dry, painful swallow.