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As a nun at the Bunnery, Dolorosa watched newborn buns every breeding season before they were handed over to Murmur. She even spent time helping fresh adult buns get acclimated, a fresh start and a helping hand to guide them. Truly, she had proven herself to be a bit more matronly than the average succubun.  So then, how hard could learning to care for imps be? Dolorosa th...

Late at night was a time that Dolorosa enjoyed. The dark quiet of the Bunnery, for when she wanted that time for herself. But, more times than not, she loved to walk the streets and see some of the glittering lights and buns getting up to their own mischief and heeding their vices. It was a good time, to her, to breathe in the air of the city and feel more connected with her congregation. Of course, it also meant that...

Fenris was devoted to his work, truly. The calling of the Church of Sulfur was something he never questioned, and he knew he did his work well. It’s not his fault that sometimes he lost count of his rosary beads when the sermons grew long; he was supposed to live sinfully, and his sin pulled at his mind often when he needed to work but was left to his own devices.  The church’s confessionals were made of a beauti...