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[2oldforthisspit]

Nhim had been minding her own business, flying along at a sedate pace across the countryside, and preparing to land on a large outcropping of rock. (Given her bad leg, this was tricker than one might've supposed.) Instead of feeling her back claws grip rough stone, however, she saw a flash of light-and found herself scrabbling for purchase against

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[misterbunny]

"Yeah, there's no fiskin' sacrifices. Or big titted broads in flimsy nighties. God damn you Harlequin romance novels, you lied to me!" The voice comes from a little critter, who tends to get around. Seated in the shadow of one of the cars is what looks like a bunny, smells like a bunny, and even acts like a bunny.

But he talks like a sailor.

[2oldforthisspit]

Nhim pauses and blinks at the voice, looking around for a moment before finally spotting...the bunny.

It's a small, cute animal that talks. Clearly, it must be some hero's key-filching, comic relief pet!

"Hello," she says, lowering her head closer to ground level. "I don't suppose you've any idea what just happened."

[misterbunny]

Comic relief? Comic relief?

...

Okay, yah, he probably is.

"You knocked over a car." The Bunny turns his head from her, to gnaw on his rear foot. "Pretty bitchin."

[2oldforthisspit]

"Is that what that is? I've never seen one before; I assumed it was some sort of strange rock."

The dragon's fins flattened as she looked around, again. "My main concern, though, is how I got here. Have any wizards been experimenting lately?"