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Now this was more his style. Arsene watched as buns tackled one another, throwing jabs left and right in their various forms. Those who were in doll form seemed to dance in a way familiar to the pride bun. It was in this cage fighting arena did Arsene find comfort, knowing the ebb and flow of exchanged fists that he could imagine it when his eyes closed. He longed to fight in a crowded arena, fans cheering him, his syndicate supporting him from the sidelines. He longed to fight som...

Signing up for the Church of Sulfur's blind date wasn't the difficult part, nor was visiting the venue, a brightly colored greenhouse garden, that was chosen for him. What *was* difficult for Arsene was whether or not he was overprepared or underprepared. Every new date had their own worries and he could only imagine what sort of encounter he would gain from them. It would be fine if it was in an area he knew or in a disclipine he knew (in this case, fighting and sparring). A greenhouse, thou...

Matentines was here and with it, a flurry of chaos the likes of which Arsene could only attest was to the season. Sure, their kind did enjoy every sinful pleasure that was allowed to them but when it included the small window that breeding *was* viable? It seemed to awaken every primal urge a bun could have and make even the most sensible of buns be overeager. Arsene, unfortunately, fell into that crowd. He had his wits about him certainly, but he was not immune to gnawing hunger that ...