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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.

[misterbunny]

"Are you talking about the two short guys with the pituitary problem and the ring?" Sure sounds like it.

[2oldforthisspit]

The dragon blinks. "No, that time it was some sort of mystical sword. But truth be told, all the artifacts blend together after awhile."

[misterbunny]

"But all in all, the two legs keep the four legs down." The Bunny digs his muzzle into his fur, searching for the good spot. "We're either funny, wise and distant, or antagonists. The one I was talking about? They got the ring by stealing it from a dragon. Wasn't even a bad dragon! They just wanted the ring. Have you ever thought of joining the ICU?"

[2oldforthisspit]

Nhim's ears splay in confusion as she listens to The Rabbit. "You are the strangest sidekick I've ever met," she mutters, more to herself than him. "And I'm afraid I have no idea what the ICU is."

[misterbunny]

"Cause I firmly believe I ain't gonna do the sidekick thing anymore." The Rabbit pulls a little rectangular card from under his fur, offering it to the dragon. The card is fairly plain, with the words 'Intelligent Critters Union' and then 'The Bunny, President' underneath it. "It's time the smart critters had equal representation. Why can't WE be the Heros? We're just as smart as the two legs, usually smarter. Equal representation, and equal pay, let us keep our hoards."

[2oldforthisspit]

Blink. Blink. "Equal representation? Equal pay-well, pay isn't an issue; I've never been paid for what I've done. I simply did it." Lawful Good: not what you would call a high-paying alignment for most.

Her ears prick forward again. "As for the hoard-no one's ever attempted to take mine."

[misterbunny]

"But they will. You're a dragon. To the bipeds that means that you're something like a very dangerous bank. Someones gonna need something that you have, or wanna level up, or what have you, and bam, your hoard is spread across a continent, and your skin is being made into special armor." The Rabbit gestures emphatically. "Doesn't even have to be the regular heros, might be a party of anti-heros, or maybe the villains, just to prove a point. We don't have to just be plot points!"

[2oldforthisspit]

Cue more blinking. "Level? Plot points?" Nhim may be from a cliche world, and know those cliches like the back of her forepaw, but she hasn't quite hit that level of meta yet. (Give her time.)

Nhim frowns, laying her ears back. "I can assure you that no hero would go after my hoard; we happen to be on the same side. And I won't use the vague threat of villains as an excuse to melt every human I meet. It wouldn't be right."

[misterbunny]

"I didn't say melt all the humans. But ask for equal time in songs, and such." The Bunny is just extrapolating from what the dragons said.

[2oldforthisspit]

"Mm. Songs and such would be nice," she admits. Her draconic ego, let her introduce you to it. "But it isn't as if I've done badly so far."

[misterbunny]

"What have you done so far?" In the interest of being able to stroke said ego better.

[2oldforthisspit]

She shrugs-it's a stiff movement again, and she adjusts her wings slightly to make it easier. "The usual, I suppose. I've fought in a number of wars, gathered a horde, raised hatchlings, gone questing with adventuring parties. For the last two hundred years or so, though? I've mostly stayed near my territory, helping to guard the inhabitants and offering stories of experience to young heroes."

Nhim's jaw gapes slightly in a thin draconic smile. "I'm afraid age has caught up to me, finally."

[misterbunny]

"Ah, you're only as old as who ya kill-" The Bunny can't help but try and grin. Hard to do with a mouth not built for it. "see, and i took ya fer a young spright"

[2oldforthisspit]

"Hardly. I'm almost six hundred. Though if I'm only as old as those I've killed, I'm very young indeed. Generally the races that start war have a much shorter lifespan, even before battle."

[misterbunny]

"Only six? I'm around two thousand. It hardly shows." He shakes his head. "Why do the one that die so easily always want to do so?"