Dove

Ephemer looked out the window of the elevator tower, watching Burrowgatory get smaller and smaller as he headed towards the Heavenly Embassy. He’d received a message from Primrose - via a Cherubun that looked nervous to be down in Burrowgatory - that told Ephemer that the keeper of the Garden of Virtues had another task for him, and to head there as soon as possible.    ...

"Why do I have to do this?" the envy bun said from the couch as she finished her cigarette. "Don't be like that, Jackal…" Dove's soft voice carried a gentle plea as she looked at the doll. "I'm sure it'll be fun!" Dove held out a delicate hand to Jackal, her eyes shining with compassion. "I know this isn't your usual scene, but...

Every cherubun knew that making tea took a lot of work—it was one of their most cherished drinks, after all. While gardening was normally a simple chore that was completed without much thought in the Heavenly Meadow, the cherubuns made sure to take special care of their tea plants. Each type of tea required their own special kind of care; some needed more water than others, while others had different needs in terms of soil and nutrients.Then there was one of t...

Honestly he would rather be out dancing but due to the breeding season, the crowds had thinned out considerably with paired up buns preferring to nest or satisfy their odd cravings or to look after each other. That was just fine by Beatz as he had been spending increasingly more time with his littermate & pseudo sibling; Ballini. They got on well and had missed each other terribly. Their imps had been delighted to spend time together, especially his cute harpup and her sweet phloof, alway...

Dove hadn’t been expected visitors that afternoon, but the sound of impatient rapping on their apartment’s door was insistent. Their roommate had warned them about answering the door to strangers, but surely there was little harm in seeing what the person knocking wanted. Everyone in Burrowgatory had been kind to them so far. “Just a minute!” Dove called in their light, pleasant voice, a bit of birdsong that seemed to silence the knocking for a moment. They crossed the apartmen...

Meridian had been diligently attending to the ambrosia that he and Dove had planted a few weeks back. It was a slow process, of course, and it took a good bit of time in the Heavenly Embassy. Dove didn’t join him for more visits, and he didn’t tend to ask them. Mostly because he didn’t want to impose the time sink for the lovely ambrosia onto them as well, when it was already taking of his own time. He would go up, listen to the extensive advice from the cherubun at the entrance, Primro...