Mercy

       “How can I be of service?”        Mercy stares across their desk at one of the newest members of Burrowgatory from breeding season year 98. They vaguely recall seeing this little white and pink bun as a baby, and now as an adult, the only major difference is a deep red scar cut through their left eye. But the most noticeable trait of this doll is their ever-present smile. ...

      The exuberance has worn off long ago, the thrill of the hunt soundly closed for now. The events with Jackal, Dove, Silver, and Timothy have concluded with Lord Lagosi’s death and Lady Calla’s uprising. Burrowgatory is once more the den of sin and overindulgence, possibly now with a few more wary individuals perusing the streets, but nevertheless, no one is cooped up inside their homes any longer.       Lill...

It took a while, but Silvanus finally psyched himself up to visit the Church of Sulfur. The main church building was lovely, with a warm brick exterior and tall stained-glass windows that glimmered in the afternoon light. A courtyard with a well-groomed garden welcomed approaching guests; right now, though, buns were streaming out the wooden double doors into the afternoon, chatting as they went. Silvanus stepped aside to let the crowd pass him, taking in the sn...

Elena sighed as she began hanging another wreath among the church, not in bad faith or ill temper, but purely in exertion. If she was going to be put to this task, she was going to do it right. The Church of Sulfur was a large building to care for on the best of days, but hanging up brand new directions was more of a task then she had prepared herself for. She didn’t want to seem disingenuous in her cheer. After all, all of the festivities and cheer were nice to hav...

Slowly but surely, the weather got colder and the snow fell all over Burrowgatory, burying it under a white, cold blanket. After the last month’s trouble, stress and scares, this month was supposed to be calm and relaxing. Focusing on Cherubmas. The Cherubuns told everyone about the holiday they called Cherubmas. A festivity they celebrated in the heavenly meadow. They taught how important relationships are, romantic or just friendship either way. It was Dove’s idea to share the Cherubun ...

“Do you think this is enough food?” Mercy asked, stepping back and looking over the food placed on the table, their hands on their hips before crossing them over their chest.   “Are you sure people are going to actually show up?” Mercy added, brows furrowed in thought. “We didn’t really tell anyone we were planning on doing this after all.”   T...