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Noire was tired. Very. Very... tired. Did he have a good reason to be? Not really. Does it still suck? Big time! He was trapped at work on a double shift, breeding season wasn't his thing so he was fully available to work as much as he was needed. His co-workers however... some things had come up here and there with their partners or their own pregnancy situations. He didn't want to deal with that mess, he'd met someone nice during Matentines as well as found himself a breeding ...

The four horsemen of the apocalypse were beings of utter despair and merciless destruction. Oh, woe were the pains they brought with them into the world. Noire was being tormented by every single member of the foursome, at least from his point of view. War. His body was in an utter state of battle with the wretched intruder that targeted him, the spiritual and physical toll on him vast and never ending. This was not a battle he could flee from, nor surrender. Famine. He had no e...

Noire stared at the liquors, glasses and instructions looming in front of them, shifting uncomfortably in their seat behind the bar. Why did he sign up for this again? He had come to take a little mixology class, not realizing just how far out of their element they actually were. It wasn’t the craft itself, it was the atmosphere, the bar, all the people. So many people, buns and dolls galore all talking and enjoying one another’s company, loudly. It was making it hard to think, fee...

Matentines returned to the Burrowgatory and with it, all the hoops and obstacles that accompanied. Arsene, leaving the Church of Sulfur with an address neatly printed on a piece of paper, felt a familiar brush of anxiety that came with this time of year. Normally, he was happy to be propositioned and to indulge in the vices that their kind was known to do. He wasn't the exception to the rules, no, but anyone would be nervous if they had to *look* for a breeding partner, right? Even if it was ...