Hutch

It is stifflingly hot in Burrowgatory. The heat has Altair’s nerves, and hair, in a mess. He attempted to tame the frizz by throwing it in a haphazard up do with limited sucess. There is an event at Imp Shop that Altair would normal disregard without a second thought; but, Samson begged for them help out. So here he is, sweaty and smack dab in the middle of downtown Burrowgatory. ...

A small black form scampered into the den-like home, white eyes scanning around as it excitedly toured the new surroundings. A nervous looking succubun followed after, closing the door behind them. Rather than go further into their own home they settled for just watching the apparition from where they stayed by the door. 'Why did i agree to this..?' Eirian thought with a small frown and a huff. They knew exactly why they agreed to it. After the first attempt, Hut...

This fine morning in Burrowgatory, when the town was it’s brightest, Elio had brought Buddy his black impup for a walk in the imp park. Hutch and him had been raising this little boy to be a star pupil! But so far it wasn’t going too well. They’d taught him to sit - barely - but he didn’t really want to do anything else.    Elio wanted to help Hutch prove a point to the Pedigree Pet’s owner Quince. ...

There’s something so comfortable about a moral high ground. Really, it was what drew Pardon to this little contest more than anything else; the subject matter is, honestly, secondary to listening to someone else throw petty jabs and insults. That’s not to say proper imp care isn’t important to him– he could talk someone’s ear off about proper devish aquarium sizing if they’d let him– but really, this who...