The White Hare

Intruders

After almost an hour he starts to feel a bit worried at being left out of the conversation for so long. After two he just about leaves when a friendly face leaves the room and decides to sit out with Jack.

Nyxia had just gotten sick of listening to a conversation that wasn't always translated for her and decided to go. She didn't expect the buck to still be sitting outside waiting on them. She stands off to the side with him.

"Well... from what I can tell they are going to hunt for you while your scary mom trains you to fight other rabbits." She waits for a response from him and quickly realizes that he can't understand her but is looking at her with a bit of a smile and a raised eyebrow. "Aaaand you can't understand a word I'm saying." She sighs and bangs her head against the wall a couple times.

"It's okay. We don't have to talk to hang out." Jack pats the floor next to him.

The woman shrugs and joins him. It wasn't like she had anything else to do today. Being this close Jack appreciates the surplus of comfortable warmth radiating from her. Looking at her stats he smiles softly at her.

Name: Nyxia the Softheart   Species: Lesser Hellhound   Level:22   Preferred Mate: ???

Strength:134

Dexterity:107

Agility:41

Constitution:62

Fortitude:160

Mana:120

Qi:2

Luck:12

[Cannot see Skills: Level too low to appraise a higher level monster's Skills even if allowed.]

[Cannot see Traits: Level too low to appraise a higher level monster's Traits even if allowed.]

"Nyxia. It's a beautiful name." The Greek primordial goddess of night was named Nyx if his memory was accurate.

Jack's ear twitches and he straightens up. Every good thing has to come to an end and apparently the end of the moment of peace had come.

In the halls of the seemingly abandoned warren there were two leoporcitae with iron shortswords and leather armor. Cloth bits and under armor help with mobility and display a brown hare footprint.

"This was the warren Gex was supposed to subjugate."

"Took long enough to find this dump." The other huffs in annoyance. "Would have been faster if that damn mutt's scent wasn't messing with my nose."

"Go figure I'm stuck with the tracker who gets sneezing fits from Hellhound fur on the border with the packs."

"Don't go bitching to-" The second hare sneezes violently once again. "-me. Blame the matriarch." Yet another violent sneeze interrupts his next sentence before it can even get started. "Rutting hells..." He groans miserably.

"It's not like we are even outside anymore. Why are you still sneezing?" The other asks.

"Musta *sniffle* killed one before the raid or maybe the stray moved in or something." They pass by the resealed wall and after a second the hare realizes his sinuses are clearing up. Stopping where he stood he turned around a bit perplexed. "Hey, does anything look strange to you about this tunnel?"

"Sides the fact the walls, floor and ceiling are all made of dirt but is still rock solid?" He taps the wall to accentuate his point.

"I'm not getting any scent in this direction. Nothing within quite a while anyway." He points further down the hall as he adjusts his sword in hand. "Something is really off about this place."