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 Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2024 4:10 pm
Wrong Bunny, Honey! [SRP]
Who: Leocadia (~Spazzy_the_Wolfie~) & Meadow March (RP Freebie!)
When: Sunset
Where: A canyon pass in the middle of who-knooows-where.
Prompt: What was I just thinking about? Sticky buns? No, maybe it was hot cross buns.....Yeah that's it! CROSS BUNS!
Namely, do you remember that time you saw a cute little bunny with blood on it that happened to be not so cute, but rather a malevolent urban legend that chased you through the woods? It's been a whole year since then. When you come up on a cute bunny stallion and it's cute little bunny friend, you shouldn't worry right? RIGHT?!?!?!
But you do, you know you do. When you come up on this "cute"....thing that's blocking your way out of a canyon, you are highly suspicious. And it acts clueless, as though it really has no clue how to do....anything? It's faking right?
Truth is it's not faking. It's new to the area and really has no clue about life here. But, since you meet Sans Merci, you're just a little paranoid.
Write 750 words per RPer on your encounter with this strange clueless bunny (He's new to the area!) and how you let your paranoia, that this might be another Shifter trap, get in the way. If you want, you can RP the prize as well (who probably has some opinions on how weird your being).
tldr: It's how your preconceived notions about someone gets in the way.
Word Count: 1,822
(aka let's see how much of this rp i can get drafted/typed out. while on mobile. while also gift wrapping late presents. while also prepping stuff to bake.) 
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2024 4:14 pm
“It was a killer rabbit, I swear! Fur as white as snow, stained with the blood of its victims!”
A rabbit shifter! A bunny, of all creatures, being an absolute menace and making a name for itself! It was a laughable idea. Absolute nonsense. Pure bullshit! And Leocadia had said as much, making her thoughts known as she laughed in that poor stallion’s face, left out of breath and red in the face by the end of his tale. “Oh man, thanks for the laugh, buddy,” she had said, wiping laughter-induced tears from the corner of her eyes.
...Yet here she was, out in the canyons, hunting for one rumored “killer rabbit.” What could she say? She loved a good fight, anything that put her skills to the test, and this sounded like it had some potential. Sounded like it. Her search the last few days had led to nothing but stone, dust, and the occasional lizard basking in the heat of the sun. “Ughhh...” At this point, she was growing not only tired, but bored. out. of. her. mind. “What a damn waste of time...” She muttered under her breath in disappointment, letting out a huff as she observed the skies. Lazy clouds drifting above and shades of orange and purple signaling the soon-to-be sunset. Pretty as it was, that just meant another day had been wasted.
But no more. Just a few more minutes and she would cave and make the long trek home. Gods, what a silly rumo-
Her train of thought came to a screeching halt at the sight of an odd shadow moving across the canyon walls up ahead. A shadow, equine in shape, with a pair of rabbit-like ears.
With the grace of a feline, Leocadia quickly made her way to one side of the narrow passage, steps quiet and carefully placed as she crept towards the unsuspecting individual, intent on catching them at the upcoming turn.
“You. Stop right there.” Leocadia made herself known, tossing aside all pleasantries and friendly greetings, the point of her curved horn finding its way dangerously close to the other’s throat as they turned the corner.
(will make formatting pretty laterrr)
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2024 4:17 pm
“You? You who?”
A look left, an attempted look to the right, and then Meadow March stilled as a sharp growl drew his attention once more. Bringing himself to a swift halt, lest he lose his pretty little head, the rabbit-tailed male followed the stranger’s orders with little fuss. All eyes on him, and with no one else in sight, realization swiftly dawned upon him. “...Ah. Me. I see.” Taking a moment to calm down from the surprise of it all, he took in the appearance of the mare suddenly confronting him. Pointed horns, pointed claws, pointed teeth. Ready to draw blood with one wrong move, like thorns so carefully guarding a rose. Like-
Wait. Wait, before he began waxing poetic - was she confronting him, or outright attacking him? Attempting to rob him? Stopping to ask him a question, perhaps? And what was the right word to use here? She was his... what? Adversary? Robber? Foe? What was she, exactly? Or, better yet, who was she?
“But you, darling. What about you?” Meadow March tilted his head as he mulled things over, one ear perked and the other flopped. The point of the mare’s golden horn grazed the underside of his chin, just enough to draw a thin trail of blood. Beyond a cursory glance down as ruby red began to drip and land at their feet, there was hardly any reaction from the strange stallion as he seemed to observe her, interest piqued.
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2024 8:01 pm
Rarely caught off-guard, Leocadia couldn’t help but feel unnerved by the stallion’s lack of reaction to his new wound, however small it might be. At the very least, most would flinch, right? Right? “That’s weird.” She isn’t allowed to dwell on that for longer than a few seconds though, thanks to the strange question presented to her and the expectant look on her mysterious adversary’s face. The shifter was trying to strike up a conversation with her? “Wha- uh...”
The clouds shift, and sunset shines some amount of light on the stallion’s actual appearance, allowing Leocadia to get a better look at the fabled “killer rabbit” before her. There’s no second pelt atop his coat. No bloodstains aside from that newly gained scratch. Hell, besides the ears and tail, he hardly matches the description of that rumored shifter! In fact, he looks the very definition of the word soft. All fluff and flowers. Bunny ears, a cotton tail, and armed with... a stuffed rabbit, of all things, draped around his neck. Talk about adding insult to injury, jeeze.
“Argh, damn it!” The mare quickly drew away from him and gave a stomp of her paw, her disappointment palpable. “I thought for sure that you were that rabbit shifter that everyone’s been makin’ a fuss about!” Tail flicking in irritation, Leocadia let out a small groan in frustration, at both herself and the wild goose chase (...rabbit chase). It takes her a second, but she remembers her manners, taking a few more steps back to allow him some amount of personal space, despite their cramped surroundings. Standing at full height, Leocadia realizes that those goofy a** ears of his give the illusion of height - turns out she’s a full head taller than him, and that only adds further to that idea of him being perfectly harmless. Again: what a damn waste of time.
“Uh... Well. Sorry about that.” It’s blunt as can be, but an apology, no less.
-insert rp graphic for meadow march here-
Despite her lack of a verbal reply, events played out and Meadow March got the answer he wanted. Very well then! She was no foe of his. No, if things went smoothly from here on out, she would hopefully turn out to be a pleasant acquaintance in these new lands.
“Oh, it’s quite alright, my dear. No real harm done!” Meadow March declared nonchalantly as she stepped away from him, as if his very life had not just been threatened a moment ago. The circumstances of their meeting and the revealed case of mistaken identity had him intrigued. “Wait, wait, wait. A rabbit shifter? Did I hear that correctly?” He had never heard of an herbivore turned fearsome menace. What a colorful tale! “I’m afraid you definitely have the wrong bunny then, kitten.” He raised a paw to clean himself as best as he could at that moment, wiping away remnants of blood from his newly gained injury, unflinching and movements precise. “Besides, I haven’t harmed anyone in many moons. Not here, anyways.” The stallion gave a jovial laugh, shaking his head and smiling.
What he said was true! It had been a while since he had done true harm to anyone. After all, he no longer had a garden to cultivate his favorite, most fatal plants in, nor any clientele to sell his poisonous wares to. That would be a project for another day, once he found a new place to settle.
No hard feelings? Good. She liked it when things were easily smoothed over. Made everything nice and simple.
...It seemed he had a talent for catching her off-guard though, his claim about not doing harm throwing her off somewhat. Something about the way he said it... “Nah. Look at the guy! He couldn’t harm a fly.” The mare let out a soft chuckle, slightly awkward as she tried to brush the brief moment of nervousness off - a feeling she hated. Her slender tail twitched, back and forth with no rhyme or reason as she gathered her thoughts. “Hah! Yeaaah. Believe me, I laughed about it too when I first heard it. I’m not all that convinced myself, to be honest.” Leocadia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Really startin’ to think it’s just some kind of tall tale someone whipped up to get a rise out of people.”
There was no need for them to remain at a stalemate in the canyon. She found herself turning back the way she came, though she never took her eyes off him, taking a few steps to the side to allow him the chance to walk beside her. “So, all that bunny business aside... You mentioned you’re not from around here. You traveling?” A nod of her head as she strode forward served as an invitation to walk and talk.
-insert rp graphic for meadow march here-
My, how polite! And this was the direction he had originally been heading. What better way to make a new acquaintance than to share a few words? Meadow March turned his head as the mare began to take off, making one final adjustment to the beloved bunny draped across his neck, making sure that little Cosmos was safe and secure as always.
He found himself perfectly happy to join his newfound companion, keeping pace with her confident steps. “I am, indeed - not from around here and traveling.” The stallion gave a wink before continuing, “Now, Nameless Lioness, would you happen to know a spot where a terrifying rabbit like me could graze, and maybe rest for a bit? Based on what I’ve seen, there’s not much greenery to be had around here, and I’ve been on my feet for quite some time. These canyons are a sight to behold, but positively dreadful when it comes to locating necessities like food. And water! And shelter. Oh, and good company! Why, I haven’t seen a single soul besides yourself and myself and dearest Cosmos here in days...”
“Nameless Lioness”? Oh, had she not given him her name yet? Oops. Maybe she should introduce herself proper- Wait, a place to graze? There were definitely a few spots along the wa- Wait. Hold on. H-
He kept going. He just kept talking. Was he even stopping to breathe? “Whoa, okay then, bud.” Leocadia mumbled softly under her breath, mostly to herself. Which of his questions was she even supposed to reply to first? What had she gotten herself into... Wait, was he still talking? Ah crap, he was one of those soquili, wasn’t he? A rambler. One of those super talkative types. “...Yeeeah..” Leocadia began, her answer dragging out when she realized he was not, in fact, stopping to listen. So she did what she did best: she got the attention of the crowd by being loud. “I SAID YEAH.” She interjected, her sudden yell causing Meadow March to seize his chattering, his ears perked in alarm (if the stallion had pearls, then by god, he would probably be clutching them). “Yeah. Sure. I know a few places.” Worn weary by days of hunting that yielded no results, and with no other soul in sight to hold the rabbit stallion’s attention, Leocadia would find her next challenge to be a true test of patience.
She... was not known for being a very patient soquili. Pretty much the opposite, in fact.
This was going to be a long walk home.
[insert nonsensical yet charming rabbit rambling for the next few hours GOOD LUCK, LEOOO]
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