Bunny man

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Yes, I realize this was a year old, but I like bunny man Press space for 2nd drawing i also realize i asked to enter like a month ago varanus is just a procrastinator sorry I'm attached to him oh no -- Ah, Rasmus remembered with disdain his early years. He was immature and naive, he had not yet learned the hardened truth. In fact, only after the fall of Mink and the realization of Rose and Pearl did he learn, that, in fact, the world wasn't all as craimures and roses as he had first thought. And now, as he sat upon his bronze throne, the thought elicited a chuckle. Back then, Rasmus hadn't known he would rule as shah. He had no plan in life other than protecting his friends, vanquishing the Emporor. And now that one had gone to the heavens above, another had fallen into a depression, the two lovebirds had revealed themselves, and The Creator knew where Jade was. He shifted in his throne with a sigh, his head hanging off the edge. "King, Rasmus." the Northen craimure guard rasped. "What is wrong, sir?" Rasmus was always shocked to see the guard. His throat had been practically ripped open by the Emperor as a punishment years ago, his dark blue fur interrupted by angry slashes and marks. "Nothing, Arantxa." He paused and sat up straight. No weakness should be shown by a ruler. "It's just- I'm thinking. Of how to fix the problem. The segregation, I mean," he mumbled, trying to spin the lie quickly. Arantxa silenced himself. he had learned not to speak against a shah, for he would have been punished mightily by the Emperor. "Arantxa," Rasmus finally spoke after a long silence. "Yes, my king?" The craimure tilted his head, his light yellow eyes dilating. "Where do craimures go when they die?" His voice was soft. The only time he was soft like this was when he thought about his old friends, especially /him,/ the southern craimure that rested with the Creator now. Simply thinking of his name sent a jolt of fresh pain through him. Arantxa softened, his voice low and comforting. "Well," He began, curling his half-tail around himself as Northern craimures did. "Legend says they go to live with The Creator in his domain. Some say they go to the moon, others say that they go a paradise that Our Creator goes on the Full moon. Northern and Southern craimures are at peace. They have no pain, no hunger, no sadness. But the craimures that don't follow Our Creator's law-" he paused and glanced to Rasmus, who had his head resting on his paws. "Well, they go to the Dark. It's blackness that stretches forever, and they are shackled down, trying to reach whatever is past the mists that conceal them. Nevermore will they know happiness or comfort. They suffer. Very few Southern craimures are there. Just hundreds of Northern craimures, desperate to finish whatever they started." Arantxa stopped, his torn throat itching from the story. He gazed up at the throne again, smiling as he watched the troubled king sighing in his sleep. -- He opened his eyes to a black room, plagued with a transparent red mist. The Dark, he realized almost instinctively. Rasmus sat upon his throne with narrowed eyes, his crown glimmering from some unknown light source as he watched a figure emerge from the shadows. "Emperor," he rasped in a low voice, his hackles raising. "Bunny," the shackled figure mocked. As he emerged, the beast revealed himself. At least four feet tall, he was dark blue but for his tail and his head, which was a cracked, battered skull. His orange eyes were slits in blackened pits, and he wore a smirk. The Emperor dragged himself forward. "So, bunny is the emperor now?" he mused, sitting down and studying his gleaming claws. "I remember you, young one. You ran while the craimure met his doom. So naive, so... foolish." He paused, his long furless tail flicking and twitching. "Well, look at me now as I sit with a crown. /Your/ crown." Ramus's ear twitched, and his eyes narrowed even more. "You're a disgusting creature. I hope you're rotting in the hell you deserve!" He spat. Rasmus suddenly interrupted himself, realizing this was what he wanted. The Emperor wanted to glean off of his anger, which he seemed to confirm with a show of his sharpened claws. "Ah, does sir bunny miss his little friend?" The Emperor interrupted the heavy silence, picking at a tooth with his razor sharp claws. "Well, I assure you he's not here," the beast paused and smirked. "In fact, he's somewhere worse than here."