MYO-8598: River

River spent most of his time alone these days, learning guitar chords and strumming in his bedroom. Admittedly, it had become exceedingly boring. He played and played, strumming songs of lost love and found freedom, but without an audience it was meaningless.   River sighed and scrolled down his phone’s Bunstagram app aimlessly. He seen buns showing off all kinds of t...

River dusted the rice flour off his hands onto his black apron and huffed, tossing his hair back out of his face. He had been part-timing at Dan’s Dango and was finally getting the hang of making his own Dango.  The recipe book Dan gave him helped as well, as it made practicing outside of the shop exceedingly easy. River never would've guessed getting all the ingredients together would be so simple, and it would ta...

River entered Dan’s fantastically scented shop once again, now a familiar spot where he and his imps would go in search of delicious dango's and mochi's of all colors and flavors.  River strode up to the familiar counter and looked down at all the wonderful treats underneath the shiny glass. His imp Darling, a sweet ube-purple Erose fluttered around his shoulders in peaked interest.  “You again,” Dan stated as he walked out from behind the curtain to the back of the shop...

River opened the door to his burrow only to immediately close it as a cold winter’s breeze blew in his face. The icy wind left crystals on his eyelashes as he pulled the door closed and locked it behind him. His Lunell imp, Lavender, looked up at him with big oouty eyes as it was expecting its morning walk to resume.  “Sorry, little buddy. Its a bit too chilly outside.” River spoke as he leaned down and picked ...

River looked up at the noble visage of Dan’s Dango, an ornate and warmly decorated shop that smelled of cooking rice and sweets. River had gained a few pounds recently from binge eating through his sorrows after his losing streak at Wonderland Casino and was looking forward for his next food obsession. River pushed through the doorway and looked around, vaguely drooling at the lineup of display dango’s premade at ...

Growing up, River was always a rebellious sort. In between his phases of obsessing over every hot rockstar on any poster, CD, or magazine, he also found himself wanting to look more and more like them. One thing he absolutely couldn’t get past was the piercings. Gold, silver, black titanium– all of it looked so cool!  After desperately searching for a piercer that would accommodate his request, he came across one deep in the Burrowgatory he could trust. His friend Jackal! Certainl...

Everybody has somebody to look up to. Some look up to their close friends and family, some look up to the glamorous dolls they see on TV, and some… some are like River. River looks up to dolls who aren't afraid to express themselves no matter who’s watching or who might be judging from afar.   Over the years, River had eased himself into a complementary fashion. A little bit of punk, a little bit of street, but nothing too harsh. His daily cropped hoodie and loose pants were comf...

Rarely did the Burrowgatory freeze over, but when it did, every succubun found themselves loafing around outdoors in the warmest garments they could rouse up. For a place where most spent their days wantonly dressed or half-nude, it was surprising how many faux fur coats and thick wooly scarves could be seen throughout the Burrowgatory streets. Even the buns sheltered inside their favorite shops were bundled up tight.  ...