The Lightening, The Rabbit & The Warlock [1x1]
 

Name: Torra Brannigan
Age: 17
Gender Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Torra has long red hair that she often ties up in a ponytail and a fringe that she can sweep off to the left hand side of her face. Her skin is milky in colour, and has a few freckles sporadically appearing around her body. Her eyes are almond shaped and emerald green, she often frames them with thick black liner to outline their shape. She's skinny and will often show this off by wearing strappy tank tops and skinny-fit jeans. She is never seen out of converse shoes and she always has her phone in her pocket, which you can clearly see outlined on her skinny frame.
Bio: Torra is the youngest child in the Brannigan family. She has three older brothers: Haye, Broc and Gair. Her mother is a cook at the local school and her father works as a labourer at a local construction company. Torra is the favourite of the family and often gets what she wants. She's very boyish in the way that she acts and often gets into fights with people around her. She's brash and loud and doesn't like being told what to do.
Other: She hates cats.

Name: Kenrik Myles
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Rabbit/Human Hybrid
Appearance: Kenrik is tall and muscular in build with soft white fur and long floppy ears. His nose is soft and pink with three long white whiskers either side that quiver when he speaks. Kenrik is often seen in brown trousers, with leather shoes and a green poncho. He has a sword in a sheath at his side and wears a crossbow around his torso.
Bio: Kenrik grew up in a small hut on the outskirts of the forbidden forest, he watched the land change for the worst under the harsh ruling of the warlock and he watched his friends and family die through wars and famines. Kenrik works in the medical field, growing herbal remedies in his house, or trying to, but due to the cold conditions that he lives in, over half of the yield is not usable. Kenrik wishes for things to return to how they were, how life was before the warlock.
Other: Kenrik is a pacifist.

Name: Ramsay
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Appearance: Ramsay is an athletic built man with wild blue dread locks. His eyes are large and sparkling blue, and his skin is rough and grey/blue in colour. Ramsay doesn't wear shoes nor does he wear much clothing. He wears blue loin cloth and keeps a dagger and a spear on his person at all times. His teeth are short and sharp and grey in colour.
Bio: Ramsay was bred by the warlock in the castle in the clouds. From a young age he was taught how to survive, how to fight and more importantly how to kill. At sixteen he left the training centre in the castle and went to live in the forest with the other trained demons that do the warlock's bidding. He has killed many of the inhabitants of the land and enjoys nothing more than striking fear into the hearts of others. Ramsay is cold and calculating, and rather than purely kill will often torture those that he comes into contact with.
Other Ramsay loves the taste of blood.

Name: Amistad
Age: unknown- appears to be in his early twenties but is believed to be much older.
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown. He is not human, though he appears humanoid he possesses powers that are unknown to be found in both humans and demons.
Appearance: He is tall, standing just under six feet four inches. Amistad wears his hair in a messy (and somewhat chaotic way), some locks hanging down just past his shoulders, while the hair more towards the top of his head is shorter. His roots are a dark gray color his hair fades into a light silvery blond. He normally wears a long, but simple black robe, with slightly belled sleeves, that hangs down to the floor. Underneath he wears a long, tight-sleeved black, silver-thread embroidered tunic, close-fitted black pants and a pair of leather boots that come up to his knees. He is sometimes seen wearing a simple, silver circlet crown.
Bio: Very little is known of his birth, where he came from, etc. Much of his past is a mystery even to himself. He has no idea whom his parents might be, or what happened to them. He was raised by a man he only knew as "the Magistrate", from whom he learned and gained all knowledge of magic. The Magistrate was a harsh teacher and showed no love or care for Amistad. Little is known exactly what became of his teacher, but it is believed that Amistad killed him once he'd surpassed the Magistrate in power. Amistad is charming and comes off (at first) as a person that's nice to be around, but he is very manipulative and easily angered (he also does not handle his anger very well). He also seems to be a bit paranoid at times.
Other:Amistad also suffers from Aphenphosmphobia (possibly Coitophobia?) the fear of being touched. It is rumored that he suffered abuse from the Magistrate (possibly sexual) but no one dares ask for fear of making him angry.

Name: Samrose Glenn (Sam for short)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Rabbit hybrid
Appearance: Samrose is petite in stature. She has soft golden-brown fur with a few patches of white around her hands, feet and one ear. Her ears are very long and hang down her back. She wears a soft dark orange tunic-like dress with belled sleeves and a hood that hangs down to her knees. She wears a small dagger on a sheath connected to a make-shift rope belt that she tied around her waist.
Bio: The tiniest but eldest in the fourth litter of kits two her parents. One of out of fifteen survivors (her parents aren't even sure how many children they've had counting all the kits who've died). She is the only "runt" to survive (and also the only female) so she is beloved especially by her mother, Rose. Her father, Samuel, seems to forget that Samrose is his daughter and treats her much as he does his sons. However, he does love his daughter.
Other: Samrose was named for both her father and her mother. Each of her brothers' names has "Sam" within it, and her father kept the tradition for his daughter- however, her mother threw a fit and would only agree to the name so long as her daughter had a proper woman's name added to it.

Name: Luka
Age: 16
Gender: female
Race Demon
Appearance: Her hair is long and the color of dark thunderstorm clouds; her eyes are a few shades darker. Her skin is so pale it is blue in hue. Much like Ramsay, Luka wears very little. She wears a slip that barely covers from her breasts to crotch and often has a long shawl that she wraps around herself (with no purpose, she simply likes wrapping herself in it).
Bio: She was bred in the castle- not really knowing who her parents were- and was raised and trained with other demon children. She enjoys causing physical pain, but hates spilling blood- she finds the color red ghastly and ugly, preferring shades of blue, gray and silver. She was recently sent to live in the forest with others in the forests.
Other: Despite being a demon, she has some "human" emotions, and is quite attracted to Ramsay. She particularly likes the way he treats the Rabbit-folk.

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Amistad sat on the window seat at the window of his tower, staring out at the sight. Which wasn't much at all, as the tower was the highest point in his already very high castle; all that could be seen was the swirling gray, white and blue clouds. There was a small patch of the blue sky between two clouds; it was too blue in Amistad's opinion. Too cheery. He lifted one of his hands, and made a sweeping motion through the air. The clouds, reacting to him, smashed back together creating a thunder-like crack. There came flashes of lightning and a chorus of real thunder, as if the clouds were angry with being disturbed.

The young man wore a bored frown as he sighed and stood, turning away from the window; he didn't care if the clouds were angry with him. Amistad was bored, though. He wanted something... rather, someone, to entertain him but there wasn't anyone but his demons to keep him company. The only interesting demons were far below the castle in the forests.

He lifted his fingers to his bottom lip, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb... a strange habit he'd developed long before he could even remember. Maybe he would call Ramsay up? Have him bring a promising new soldier with him to show how the troops were fairing? Amistad sighed again. How dull! He could have Ramsay bring a lovely critter with him to torture... The young warlock's chest heaved, tears of boredom forming at the corner of one eye.

He returned to his place at the window, reaching one hand out through the opening and snapped once. His demons would hear that, the single message, and come to him.

Something better happen, he thought to himself as he drew his hand back through the window, that's never happened before!

Samrose, tough like the Rabbit-men, darted between trees and huts, keeping a close eye on the single demon that made his way through her small village. She wasn't stupid, she would not try to attack him. She wasn't afraid of him... at least not from this distance; Samrose had been taught that merely showing bravery was half of what courage was. You had to be smart.

There was a clap of thunder overhead, which made the young Rabbit-woman's eyes widen a bit, but she had become so used to the almost-constant thunder so she did not flinch. She no longer feared it as she had as a child, like all the Rabbit-children. Samrose knew that the warlock that the demons answered to, Amistad, was the one who controlled the thunder, the weather; he was the one who made it always cold.

If she hadn't feared for her life, she would have asked the demons up front why Amistad hated them. Rose, her mother, always said it was because he had lost his heart and without a heart, a person only knows pain. And if you're in pain for long enough, you start to hate. Had she not been afraid for her life, she would have asked the demons what happened to Amistad's heart.

Instead, Samrose hid behind the trees and followed the demon in silence, observing him as surely as he was observing her. There was a strange scent in the air, something that was different than wood smoke, snow and lightning... it smelled different. Strange but... good. For some odd reason, Samrose felt a swelling in her heart: hope. However, what was there to be hopeful about...?

The rain battered off the windows, coming down in sheets rather than the singular drops that are easily identifiable to the eye. Torra sipped at her tea as she stood in the kitchen, simply watching mother nature ravaging the landscape. She was sick of the bad weather, the sun was what made her feel most comfortable, and something which this town hadn't seen in a good few weeks.

Sighing, she pulled on her jumper and tossed her hood up. She resigned herself to the fact that she would have to go out in the rain, something that she would rather not, something she always had to do though.

"Bye mum!" she called as she grabbed her bag. "I'll be back around tea time..."

With that, she left the house, darting down the steps so she could reach the dryness of the bus shelter.

...

Exiting the forest the thunder was louder than ever to Ramsay, which was now confirmation that Amistad wanted one of the demons. Ramsay reasoned that someone else would head up to the castle, so he continued his stroll of the land, walking through the villages and the sporadic placement of housing.

He stopped and inhaled deeply. Someone was close to him. He whipped round, but saw nothing...Strange...

After a few more steps he came to a halt yet again.

"Show yourself, cretin!" he spat vehemently.

Samrose's heart skipped a beat and she caught her breath mid-inhale as the demon called out. She would definitely not show herself. But then again... No, she wouldn't show herself. She was brave, but not brave enough to reveal herself. To do so would most certainly lead to her death. One thing she knew for sure about the Demon-folk: they were not beings to be reasoned with.

From behind the large tree trunk where she stood, Samrose could see, if she twisted in one direction, the demon. If she turned in the other direction, she could see a small hut and a patch of dead bramble bushes... Her little brown nose twitched and her big eyes widened. If she could reach that bramble, she could hide behind them and then make her way back home, out of site of the demon. Samrose could jump from one hiding place to another.

There was just one problem. There was a fairly wide open space between herself and the brambles; running from where she stood behind the tree in that direction would put her into the demon's direct line of sight. She shuddered but took a deep breath. She'd rather die trying to save herself.

With a swift kick in her step, Samrose darted for the bramble bushes.

There was a scurry that someone with lesser hearing might not be able to pick up, but Ramsay was thankfully blessed. He whipped round in a flash to see one of those villagers streaking towards a patch of bramble bushes. Ramsay could follow her, but she was just a girl, probably looking for an adventure such as he, but losing bottle at the end of it.

"You better not let me catch you here again, capiche?" he spat into the bushes, before he turned on his heel and started walking on.

There was nothing really going on down here, as per usual, so when the thunder clapped again and the clouds swirled in their greying anger, Ramsay reasoned that this was as good a time as any to go up to the castle in the clouds.

...

Torra jogged almost the entire way to the bus stop, only to realise that just as she reached the haven that was the shelter, her bus was pulling away.

"Waaait!" she called frantically, waving her hands at the driver to motion him to stop. Sadly to no avail, the driver completely ignored her and carried on going. "Great...thanks a lot!"

Torra signed, she'd have to walk to school. Though as she was already late and didn't have the motivation to go in for another five hours of tedium, she decided just to head home, go for a long bath and spend the day sketching. Something that, between work and school, she hadn't had much time for as of late.

Instead of walking the streets, since she'd be getting changed when she went home anyway, she decided to cut through the field that cut a good twenty minutes off her journey. The bogs were worth it not to get spotted by some prissy neighbour.

Samrose gave a whoop of excitement as she reached the brambles. She'd made it, even though the demon had seen her! She couldn't believe her impossibly great luck. Samrose couldn't wait to tell Samson and Sameli (the two brothers closest to her age) about this. They'd never believe her, of course; she was having a hard time believing it herself.

Something was different about this day. She couldn't quite place what it was, though. The scent of hope had grown stronger.

---

Luka heard Amistad's call as Ramsay had. Though she was a younger demon, barely out of her training years, she was bold. It was forbidden of the younger demons to answer to Amistad. Only the eldest, strongest, wisest were allowed in his presence. Well, if she didn't start now, she knew she'd never be enough to impress him or the other soldiers. Plus, it gave her an excuse to dart.

Darting, as she had started to call it, was the demon's way of moving between the world beneath the clouds and the castle and all space between. It was a beautiful thing to behold; which was an odd way to describe the actions of a demon but truly it was a sight to see.

With an almost twirl-dancing-like motion and a swift kick off the ground beneath her feet, Luka seemed to vanish, becoming simply a blur and flew through the air towards the castle.

---

Amistad was not famous for his patience. After a good minute and a half, he'd grown irritated with waiting. It had now been six and three-quarters of a minute (Amistad was able to keep track of time impeccably well) and his normally pale face had gone a ghastly shade of red. "Just wait until they arrive," he seethed under his breath.

Kenrik sat by the fire, stoking the coals to keep his precious firebuds alive. Firebuds were almost better than money here, extremely hard to grow but very handy in the medical field, not to mention as decor and food. Kenrik was one of the few that could still grow these under Amistad's reign.

Though that doesn't say a lot. Kenrik was always a fine horticulturalist, he would spend many an afternoon in his garden, digging and weeding and planting and watering. He stayed with his grandmother for most of his childhood, and she was a herbalist, so gardening was her passion, a passion she was keen to impart onto her only grandchild.

Kenrik never really got into it until his grandmother passed though, it was then that he truly felt he needed to continue her good work. Especially as Amistad had just come into power at that point.

"Come on, please...just a spark. One spark and I'll be happy," he muttered softly to the dark beads next to the fire. He feared that these were another lot that weren't going to grow.

...

With a quick spin on his left foot, Ramsay found himself twirling through the air like some sort of ballet dancer. It took a few moments before he reached the dense cloud layer that led to the castle doors. He got used to breathing the thinner air for a moment before he quickly walked to the main doors. He knocked loudly.

"Lord Amistad!" Ramsay barked loudly to announce his arrival further.

...

Torra picked her way through the field, the mud sucking at her shoes and soaking her jeans at the bottom and the rain soaking the rest of her. This weather did nothing for her mood. Horses usually roamed the field, but after a local cadet training day, there was pot holes everywhere, so the farmer had to relocate them until he'd ploughed.

Torra had fallen in several of these holes already. However, when she took a tumble for what felt like the hundredth time...she knew it was different. She tumbled down and down for what felt like an eternity, spinning in a strange and colourful world, a buzz deafening her and making her less aware of where she was. She wanted to scream, but no sound escaped her.

Suddenly, with a pop, she fell into a strange and unknown place, landing with a thud in a snow drift.

As Ramsay called to their master, Luka arrived at the elder demon's side. She gave him a slight nod. She hadn't really thought of what excuse she'd give for being there when not ordered to. Lying would get her nowhere with Ramsay. He was far too superior to fall for such lame antics.

She bowed her head in submission to him. "Ramsay, I heard our master's call," Luka quickly explained.

---

The doors parted noisily, revealing a cold and barren stone entrance. Arches leading into dark corridors lined the walls. In parts of the entrance, under tall, glassless windows there were small drifts of snow. The only light came from the gloom of the outside and a few softly blue-fire torches that hung from the walls. At the center of the entrance room was the grand stair case and at the bottom of the stair case, Amistad stood with his arms crossed against his chest. His eyes glared, seeming to burn, though they were the color of ice, into the two demons before him.

"Come in, Ramsay," he called loudly, his voice laced with fury. "Bring your new pet with you, too." He eyed the younger demon with disgust.

---

Far below, Samrose had scurried to safety, a smug little smile on her face. With a little hop and a skip, Samrose turned the last bend of her journey home and effectively tripped tail over floppy-ears over the strangest creature Samrose had ever encountered.

On her tiny knees and paws in the snow, Samrose stared at the creature with a gaped mouth and twitching nose. She, for Samrose could tell that the creature was indeed female, had features much like the demons... but her skin and hair were not tinted blue or gray. In fact, her coloration reminded Samrose much of her own kind's coloring. How odd!

Another odd thing was the creature did not seem to be wearing warm clothes. And she was soaked as if she'd been rolling around in the snow for hours. That was dangerous, letting yourself get so wet in the bitter cold. Obviously this creature wasn't that bright. "You know you'll catch your death getting yourself soaked in such cold," Samrose said in a matter-of-fact sort of tone.

He glared at the demon he knew by sight only, she was not of importance to him so he didn't bother learning her name. A lesser demon, he thought of her as. Why she bothered to come here he didn't know. She was not wanted here, her and her kind belonged in the forest. They had to prove their worth. Respect had to be earned in this world, it wasn't just given to you. Ramsay knew this, he'd been at the bottom of the chain before. But he'd worked his way up. He knew how gruelling it was to stay down there, but he also knew Amistad and knew that he was not a force to be reckoned with.

"That call was not meant for you," Ramsay spat, disgust lacing every word that he said. Just as he was about to tell her to return to the forest, they were called forward. Ramsay glared at the lesser demon before looking to Amistad. "You called my liege? And I apologise for this...being...she was not told to come and I certainly didn't invite her."

Ramsay stepped into the castle after he quickly distanced himself from the lesser demon, he wanted nothing to do with her. He worked hard to get to where he was and he didn't need someone like her sullying his good name and reputation in the kingdom.

...

"Drat!" Kenrik said in annoyance as the beads stayed they're sooty shade. They should have transformed by now. He grabbed a small shovel and tossed them into the fire, where they would burn, a function they should not have provided.

Kenrik pulled on his cloak and grabbed a small leather pouch off the hook by the door. He would have to go out and collect more seeds if he was to have any hope of putting food on his table and money in his pocket.

He muttered angrily to himself as he left his house. He hated going out if he could help it, his fur was much too soft for the harsh winds that plagued the area.

...

Torra yelped loudly as she saw a furry beast. She scurried backwards as her eyes adjusted. The 'beast' was not the angry bear she originally thought it was, in fact, it was more a rabbit. A giant rabbit at that. Torra cast a glance at the area around her, and it didn't take a geographical genius to work out that she was far, far from home.

She slowly stood up as the creature spoke. It was right, Torra was freezing and her rain soaked clothing didn't make her feel any warmer as the icy winds blew.

"No shit Sherlock..." she said sarcastically as she dusted the snow off of her clothing. She didn't want to appear weak to this creature, so she said in her bravest yet iciest tone "I'm only going to ask you this once, and I expect a decent answer. Where am I? And who or what are you?"

Samrose understood everything the girl said save for Sherlock. What was a Sherlock? From the harshness of her voice, Samrose concluded it was some sort of awful name. Like one of those words she'd heard her father and eldest brothers mutter when they were angry but had been forbidden to speak herself.

She jumped back onto her feet, placing her paws on her hips and glared at the girl. It had been the girl's fault that Samrose had fallen over her! She'd been the one who had foolishly lay in the snow!

"I am most certainly not a Sherlock," Samrose replied, her little nose held high in the air. "And you shouldn't be so rude to me. I'm not the one who was laying in the snow. You are in the Snowlands of Amistad. I am Samrose Glenn, daughter of Samuel of the Rabbits of the far off Glenns. And who are you?"

---

Luka followed Ramsay into the entrance room. She now stood closer to Amistad than she had ever in her entire life. Luka tried desperately to hide her disappointment; he wasn't at all frightening, nor was he attractive. Ramsay would have made a much better leader... She shook her head, ridding herself of such thoughts and bowed before Amistad.

"Your Grace," she said, "I know I am not meant to be before you... I came only because we are always taught that we answer to your call as we hear it. I am young, true, but age should not stop us from worshiping you in your presence, sire. No matter what a demons' age, they should show ultimate loyalty to you."

---

Amistad's expression was a mixture of confusion, anger, disgust and slight amusement as the young demon's speech. Despite himself, Amistad couldn't help but agree somewhat with what the demon had said. They should all worship him always. But she was a young, stupid demon. They weren't clever, so it was immediately obvious that someone had taught her this speech.

Amistad clapped his hands and gave a ragged, annoyed sigh. With a raised eye brow he turned to look at the elder demon and asked "Ramsay... did you teach her that?"

However, before Ramsay answered, Amistad came to a conclusion of his own. Ramsay had always been loyal; he was after all merely a stupid demon who knew of nothing else but serving. "You're teaching them rather well down there... I'm impressed." The compliment came without any trace of genuineness but the fact alone that Amistad had uttered such words strung together in on sentence was shocking.

"Anyways, Ramsay," he continued, dismissing the fact that there had been an uninvited pest, "I'm very bored... find something to entertain me. Is there anything exciting happening below?"

Torra couldn't help but smirk when she heard the rabbit's indignant reply that she wasn't a Sherlock. Torra guessed that wherever the Snowlands Of Amistad was, they'd never heard of Arthur Conan Doyle. Torra also reasoned that she was a little too harsh, and this rabbit didn't seem a threat. However, it was too late to bring down her defences.

"Sorry..." she said, still with an icy edge to her voice. "Snowlands Of Amistad? Where about is that, I've done Geography in school and I've never heard of it. Anyway, I'm Torra. Torra Brannigan. I don't mean to be rude...but what are you, Samrose?"

...

Kenrik could hear voices coming from the clearing, just past where he was walking. It was odd for people to be out here, especially ones as young as these two sounded. He quickly edged through the trees, seeing a figure that was quite unmistakeably Samrose. Kenrik had taken a shine to her and would often chat to her if he saw her. She was a real character.

However, the thing she was with was not so nice. A hairless rabbit, Kenrik assumed.

"Samrose? Everything okay?" he said softly as he appeared behind her.

...

Ramsay raised an eyebrow as he heard Luka speak to Amistad. She wouldn't last very long, and if Amistad didn't see to her, Ramsay certainly would. She had a very high sense of self-importance for a demon of her level. Ramsay glared at her coldly before turning, slightly shocked, to Amistad.

Had he just been complimented? This was highly unusual. Quickly, he caught himself and cleared his throat before answering.

"Not a lot is going on in the Snowlands," Ramsay said truthfully. "Those pesky bunnies have been keeping on the quiet. I was walking through today, and I sense an uprising soon, I was followed by something. Perhaps one of the children. It disappeared before I could find it, and I had to come here anyway. Though I shall be sure to be extra vigilant in future...it is highly suspicious."

"You're not very bright..." Samrose said, but her tone wasn't harsh but instead, laced with pity. "And it seems your geography teachers weren't the brightest, either. Well, no matter; I didn't have much traditional education myself so I've never heard of the land of... Brannigan. And I am a Rabbit-woman, of course... and you must be a--" She was interrupted by Kenrik's arrival. She turned quickly to face him, running her paws over her long ears to tidy any loose hairs and rid them of any clumps of snow. Something about Kenrik always made Samrose want to look her very best. Had her face not been covered in soft brown fur, she might have blushed.

She smiled and gave a nervous and giddy wave to her friend. "Kenrik! Look at the funny creature I stumbled over," Samrose called, her voice giggly. "This is...", she hesitated trying to remember the name, "OH! Torra, was it. She is from the land of Brannigan... Do you've any idea where that might be?"

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Luka felt her heart leap a bit and an invisible weight seemed to have been lifted from her shoulders as Amistad bought the small speech she'd come up with. She shifted and stepped back a bit, allowing Ramsay to step ahead of her. He was, after all, the one Amistad wanted to speak with. She would not speak again unless spoken too.

---

Amistad took in a large, drawn breath, his annoyance rising again. Hearing of an impending uprising was...dissatisfying to say the least. It would not be a problem for the demons to stop the Rabbit-folk... but it would be even more boring without the little vermin in the Snowlands... maybe he would work on destroying the demons after the Rabbits were all gone?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "So... there is nothing of interest... at all..." his voice was almost kind but strained with held back annoyance and anger. "Very well, Ramsay, I'd like you and--" he glanced at Luka, unsure of what her name was, "--your little pet here to track down something fun to play with." He smiled cruelly, revealing his sharp teeth. "Bring a few, hm? I feel like having some fun."

Kenrik nodded sagely at Samrose before turning to look at Torra. He bowed his soft white head at her gently, his nose twitching slightly. He smiled warmly and extended his hand. He watched as she tentatively reached out to shake it. She seemed to understand typical customs, so he reasoned that he must be somewhat like them.

"You'll catch your death out here, Lady Torra," Kenrik said softly. "How about you and young Samrose here come back to my house. We can have a cup of piping hot carrot juice, and I can answer any questions that you have. If I am not mistaken, you're not from around here, so you shall have many, yes?"

...

Torra spluttered, unsure of what to say. She had just shaken hands with a rabbit. Something she'd never done as a child, and never thought she would do. She coughed slightly.

"I would very much like to dry off and warm up..." she said quietly. "And I do have a lot of questions. I'm not from the land of Brannigan, that's just my surname. I'm from London."

Torra was much more polite to this rabbit than she was to the other. He just seemed to have an air of importance, something that she would need if she wanted to get out of here alive.

...

Kenrik nodded, he knew what she was after all. She was a human.

"Very well then, Lady Torra. Let us head back, it's dangerous to hang around too near the forest, the demons get restless from time to time. Samrose, you come along too. I'll walk you home on my way out later, you know better than this young human about the dangers here."

...

Ramsay smiled wickedly at Amistad's words. Something to play with. He loved the sound of that. It was an excuse to find that little runt of a rabbit that skittered away from him earlier. His eyes glinted at the very thought.

"Shall I bring them here?" Ramsay enquired, his voice as cold as ever.

"Yes, bring them here," Amistad said, his eyes glazing over slightly as he imagined screams. "Bring them back alive and unharmed? I do like having playmates who are fit to play." He grinned. "You and... Pet here, are dismissed."

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Luka bowed her head and backed away, not turning her back on Amistad, towards the door.

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Samrose giggled at the invite, swinging her arms from side to side like a love struck school girl might. She smiled, a bit embarrassed at Torra. "So... you're TorraBarrigan of London? I'd like to know about London, I've never heard of such a place..." She was a bit confused; it seemed like Torra didn't really understand how names worked.

She nodded to Kenrik. "My father would appreciate that," she said softly, "I'm not really supposed to be out on my own. I say we go now, Miss TorraBarrigan isn't getting any warmer standing here and I'd love some carrot juice!"

(sorry for the sucky post .__.)