Recent content by Bunnie Beiderbecke

Those holy emissaries, flagrant in their displays as many holy emissaries tended to be, ran through hound after hound as though they were godlike in their own contradictory way. You little shining light people, and your calls-upon! The scent of another demon, pair of demons -though they...

Bunnie's amusement rang on silently all the way to the door of the shop, and was finally bookended with Gulliver's "... Exactly what manner of 'thanking' is it we had in mind now?" which elicits a silent, assuaging smile from the little Fiend. The man's umbrage with his hair being called a...

Some Short Time in The Past They'd all three heard the call from the Allir stone. The warping, hissing words too garbled beyond recognition by tongue and tooth and Planar Veils to be understood by many. S̶̯̈́P̶̫̏A̶̙͐W̸͇̚N̴͙̈́ ̸̘̇F̸̨́A̸̳̕E̶̘̋ ̵̘̈́F̸͍͂O̸̺̓R̴̖̓Ḙ̴͒S̷̗̒T̵̺̈́...

Gulliver's slow, perhaps even surprised response elicits a little eyeroll from Bunnie, and the few backwards strides another, far more dramatic roll of the head, as though he might rest himself across the backs of the dogs. Nevertheless, he keeps walking until they're in stride together. Gods...

In the time it took for Gulliver to stare, dumbfounded, Bunnie had managed to snare the endlessly bounding and excited dogs in their leads, snuffling and baying and calling as though the rapture had come and they were the saints of honour. A hefty black leather collar, runed and spiked with...

Gulliver's clothes-clutching surprise never fails to make Bunnie's eyes glitter with amusement, and a nasal little laugh escapes from him as he smooths the fur on Iblis' head. "Has it been so long, Rabbit, that you've already forgotten how I detest being startled?" the poor man said, voice...

The light thunk! of the door closing pulled his already tenuous interest from his utterly dreadful paperwork. For being in a less that scrupulous line of work, it certainly came with far too many trails to detail or cover up. He listened intently, friend or foe. "Sir Beiderbecke, would you...

"Hush, Iblis! Hush! Your lunch awaits you, but you can't just cry about it. You are bigger than this." said the little man, tone dripping with disappointment. The wiry thing, the visage of a brown Borzoi, sat in front of the desk tucked away behind many bookshelves, and stared temptingly up...