MYO-1871: Zepp

“Hey c'mon lads, hold up a minute. At least let me get my stuff on.”Zepp had a leg on the bench just inside the front door, as he pulled a heavy winter boot onto the raised foot. Morning light trailed through its window, with glints of frost visible on the bottom of the pane. Two freigns, one dark furred, the other with a coat resembling freshly fallen snow, huffed at him, stamping their little cloven hooves on the wooden floor below, impatiently. All he could do was roll his ...

With Flint in another part of Burrowgatory working on some sort of “surprise”, so his place was closed, and no performance gigs available, Zepp found himself wandering the streets of the city, looking for something to occupy his time. The sight of the Wonderland Casino caught his attention, but not for the card games. Gambling wasn't exactly his forté. Instead, he wandered into the adjoining bar, The Rabbit Hole. While it'd been a while since he last visite...

“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!” The pixilated orange devil crossed the chequered finish line first, with its purple counterpart just moments behind it. Zepp released the steering wheel of the arcade game, and slumped back into the seat. His competitor, a dark haired bun with a hoodie masking most of his form, leaned over the shoulder of the chair, a smug smirk across his face.  ...

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 10 o'clock alarm buzzing, Zepp slammed down on the snooze button, before lifting his hand to rub his eyes. A small ray of light from the glowing crystals outside  trailed across the ceiling, from a crack in the blinds. He made an attempt to sit up, but something heavy on his chest was pinning him down. Raising his head, he discovered what the source of the weight was. ...

“Dvalinn, Dvalinn- man get back here please, it's too early for this.” The imp, ignoring his owner's pleas, continued to prance about in the snow, it's white coat making it near impossible to see, with the only visible part being the icy antlers upon its head, shimmering in the daylight. He danced through the fresh layer of snow, leaving barely a hoofprint, as his owner trudged through the blanket of powder behind...