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The Sunset was beautiful. The two buns sat next to each other, Asra's horns shimmering in the light of the sun falling across the sky. He sighed, and Agnes turned to look at him as she stopped cleaning her sickle, the question was silent, but it was still there.  He didn't answer and just sighed again.  Today wasn't a good day for him, hence why he'd gone looking for her in the woods again despite what had happened the last time he went into the woods.  P...

The sky was overcast, and Asra was beginning to suspect it was gonna rain.  It would be fitting if it rained today, it was the day of Orleader's funeral after all.  Asra had never met Orleader, but now he wished he had, as he stood amongst the crowds of buns, both in and out of Doll form, tears streaming down some of their faces, a silent mourning look on others.  And then there was him. . .  A Depressed look that matched the feel of the whole Church, he hadn't...

The night was dark, a slight breeze sending shivers down his spine. Asra didn’t like the cold much, never really had, and often wore his long ears like a scarf around his neck and shoulders to warm himself up. It had been a habit since childhood, ever since he lost his scarf his friend knitted for him. Demons he missed him, he had passed of a strange illness when they were quite young, he’d been alone since then. But he managed, he learned to look after himself, ...