The Dragon breathed a small fire trail dangerously close to the brave bunny. The strange little critter didn’t budge. The drake felt a tug at his fiery core as a tiny seed of admiration took root. He appeared unfazed by the show of intent.
The little rabbit hopped in a casual circle, exposing his back to his massive adversary as he sniffed at the singed grass just beyond and to the side of him. A ring of fire still ate at the shrubberies they’d landed on.
“Silly Dragon, how can you not know these things? Are not your kind known for cunning and wisdom? Tisk, tisk.” The little rabbit chuckled and shook his head. His cute little nose sniffled endlessly between as his whiskers twitched curiously. He wiggled his fuzzy little pawlets between them.
“These babies are only lucky when they are attached to me. That’s the truth of it. And the irony? I am completely unlucky to the one who detaches the paw from me. I become a cloud of rain and lightning that follows you wherever you go until I see fit to stop. If you kill me, you do me a favor.” The little rabbit’s smile grew deranged. He drew his paws together into a steeple before tapping them one by one rhythmically together.
“You are immortal, yes?” He chuckled again and hopped closer. “That seems such a very long time to become a personal raincloud.” His eyes flashed dangerously up at the now confused overlord of the skies.