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The advisory was nothing but a joke. Since the Burrowgatory-wide warning, buns have mostly kept to themselves once nighttime rolled around. Those who frequented the usual late night haunts were nowhere to be seen with naught but worried whispers on the wind. This was a new, uncertain time for Succubuns and Cherubuns alike. It wasn’t the Burrowgatory that Athos had come to know. Faces he grew accustomed to seeing no longer seemed to pop up at familiar hangout spots. Gazes shifted with...

Rarely did Philos make their way to Burrowgatory proper. The comfort of the Heavenly Embassy was preferable and the Cherubuns there, familiar. They were not brave enough to endure the newness of the world outside their enclave even though they had left the meadow now for quite some time. They handled Succubuns visiting the Embassy, on their turf, than the other way around. Their acclimation was slower than most other Cherubuns and needed constant encouragement to explore the world around them...

It was another wonderful yet predictable day at the Heavenly Embassy but Philos couldn’t complain. The seasons were beginning to change, spring into summer, now summer into fall, they were amazed by all the beauty Burrowgatory had to offer. Slowly, more Cherubuns left their angelic home above to join them which meant there was always something for Philos to do. They left their quaint little cottage-like abode to the main part of the Embassy, ready to tackle any tasks appointed to them. Natu...