(( The following comes from the thread ' Loony Toons' from the Ravenholdt forums. Hardkandy started this thread and this was the first official meeting between Hardkandy, Mockrabbit and Ottis. Her writing will be highlighted in red. Abyzz added to the post by introducing Jaiden Maar and Darethy Voidblade, his text will be in purple))
It had taken Mockrabbit and Ottis almost three weeks to make their way back from Northrend to Brill. They had stopped to have Mock's rotten stead checked as he believed new shoes were needed. Ottis only cared about finding something to eat that wasn't scraps of stale bread or vermin that he had to make due with on the airship.
“Oh, what a cute little bunny!”
Ottis had been called many things, but “cute” and “bunny” weren’t among them. Mockrabbit turned his attention from the stable master he was trying to convince of his mount’s need for new tack to the source of the verbal dichotomy.
A blood elf woman knelt next to him, dressed in worn traveling leathers. She held out an apple slice to Ottis in one hand, the remains of a sandwich (lamb, newly stolen from Elwynn Forest) in the other. Lunging forward, Ottis ignored the apple and ripped free a chunk of the sandwich. The blood elf laughed, not seeming to notice his unrabbit-like choice.
Still warm! With mustard and seasonings.
“He’s adorable! What’s his name?”
“Ottis,” Mockrabbit said.
She smiled at him and nodded, finishing the apple slice herself. “It suits him,” she said, between bites, tucking a lock of butter-blond hair behind her ear. “Where did you get him?”
“Eh… ‘ereabouts.” It was close enough to the truth to be true.
“Brill?” She rose, looking around as if expecting a relative of Ottis’ to appear out of the shadows. “Ooh. I might look around while I wait. I…I had a pet…but I lost her in Northrend.”
“Ah. You goin’ back?” Mockrabbit jerked a thumb at the zeppelin to Vengeance Landing.
“No, no.” She pointed at the other zeppelin tower. “Grom’gol.”
Something sprang from the shadows of Brill’s barn. Growling, it pounced on Ottis, flattening him under its front paws. Ottis squeaked. Mockrabbit yanked his sword from his back. The blood elf wailed and struck out with her fist.
“Bad kitty!” The large, lion-like, horned cat yelped as her fist struck home on his nose. She leaped behind him. “Bad, bad! Shoo!” Blows punctuated each word. “Get!”
Yowling, the large cat ran for Brill’s main gate. Mockrabbit gave chase, but the Light-damned druid was faster than him. On foot, at least. He stomped back.
To find the blood elf snuggling Ottis, who was devouring the last of her sandwich with studied daintiness and a minimum of bloody nibbles.
Which she didn’t seem to notice either.
“Ottis, what do you t’ink you’re doing?!”
“He was so scared,” the blood elf said. “He jumped right into my hands!”
Recruiting. She’s softer than you. In more ways than one.
“Ah.” Mockrabbit tilted his head. “Well… t’anks.. um…”
The blood elf smiled. “Hardkandy.”
“Mockrabbit. Pleased t’ meet ya.”
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on April 22nd, 2015, 12:05 pm, edited 5 times in total.