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yivah! My OC Veil is giving a stubborn hare an important lesson about choosing your battles.
It was supposed to be a peaceful moment of relaxation by the stream. But Veil found himself accosted by an obstinate Hare whom was convinced of Veil's wickedness from his frightening appearance. The Hare had believed Veil was an unusually large rat who had decided to enhance their appearance to frighten the locals, and he decided to put this fearmonger in their place with good 'ol fisticuffs.
*Cue Music*
Cervil the Hare lunged at the 'Rat', yet his punch swiped the air. Veil, despite his size, was able to glide across the ground with smooth movements, weaving his body to sidestep every blow. No matter how hard the Hare tried, Veil always remained just out of reach. Were it not for his mounting frustration over not landing a single strike on a vermin that clearly modeled themselves to intimidate their opponent - the Hare should have as seasoned boxer noticed that Veil's footwork, his body movement, it was immaculate. He should have seen this was opponent was a seasoned warrior with how they moved and saw every attack coming before the blow was even wound up.
"Bloody coward! Stand still and fight me like a man, you candle-headed Ninny!" Chervil snarled.
Veil's stance became rigid and lowered. He stared at the hare, daring them to challenge him head-on. With a large wind up, Chervil's right fist connected with Veil's jaw.
Veil's head jerked slightly as Chervil's fist glanced off his jaw. A sharp pain twung throughout his arm as the Hare felt like they punched an Oak branch rather than someone's head. Veil hardly budged, yet he seemed relaxed and unbraced; as if his body's sheer density resisted the blow. That hook would have left most people on the floor - but Veil was no ordinary opponent. The moment the Hare spent recoiling in shock was all that Veil needed, and the unnatural looking Rat lifted Chervil up by his fore arm! Veil gave the cocky hare his full, undivided attention with a wicked smile.
A shiver ran down the Hare's spine. This "Rat" picked him up with one arm. In that split moment, Chervil understood what he was looking at. This wasn't a costume. This "Rat" wasn't wearing a mask with creepy extra eyes. They moved. The horns upon his head. They were real. They burned without wax or wick. The strength they had displayed - just as rest of him - was genuine. The second thing Chervil realized was someone strong enough to pick you with one arm would be devastating to take an unguarded body blow from.
Veil let go of the Hare a split second before his fist connected square in their abdomen. Chervil saw flashes of lights in his vision. The next thing he knew, he was hunched over on the ground, clutching his midsection as he gasped for the air he could not fill his lungs with enough of. In panic, the Hare tried to scramble to his feet, but he found the world turning sideways before hitting the ground again when his balance failed him. With labored breathing, Chervil could only roll onto his back and look in terror at the wicked, unnatural thing looming over him. The Flaming horns. The carnivorous teeth. The freaky clawed, hand-like feet. The Three tails. This being looked more like a monster had erupted from the flesh of a Rat, than an actual Rat.
Veil looked down with a stern glare. Chervil winced and braced for the worst. "You considered it cowardice and an insult that I would not fight you." Veil's voice was deep, yet smooth as river rock. "I did not wish to fight you because I knew the outcome of this battle before it began - but it seemed my word was not good enough for you." Veil said, his voice tinged with a hint of condescension. Veil paused. "Had I considered you a true enemy, this is where your tale would have ended. Do not mistake my reluctance to battle for cowardice again." Veil turned his back, retrieved the bundle of what appeared to be his belongings, and walked away.
Chervil laid there, speechless. The most powerful and wicked looking opponent of his life, just walked away the moment he gained the upper hand. He couldn't believe it. And unfortunately, he had a feeling neither will his fellow Hares when he stumbles his way home.
yivah! My OC Veil is giving a stubborn hare an important lesson about choosing your battles.It was supposed to be a peaceful moment of relaxation by the stream. But Veil found himself accosted by an obstinate Hare whom was convinced of Veil's wickedness from his frightening appearance. The Hare had believed Veil was an unusually large rat who had decided to enhance their appearance to frighten the locals, and he decided to put this fearmonger in their place with good 'ol fisticuffs.
*Cue Music*
Cervil the Hare lunged at the 'Rat', yet his punch swiped the air. Veil, despite his size, was able to glide across the ground with smooth movements, weaving his body to sidestep every blow. No matter how hard the Hare tried, Veil always remained just out of reach. Were it not for his mounting frustration over not landing a single strike on a vermin that clearly modeled themselves to intimidate their opponent - the Hare should have as seasoned boxer noticed that Veil's footwork, his body movement, it was immaculate. He should have seen this was opponent was a seasoned warrior with how they moved and saw every attack coming before the blow was even wound up.
"Bloody coward! Stand still and fight me like a man, you candle-headed Ninny!" Chervil snarled.
Veil's stance became rigid and lowered. He stared at the hare, daring them to challenge him head-on. With a large wind up, Chervil's right fist connected with Veil's jaw.
Veil's head jerked slightly as Chervil's fist glanced off his jaw. A sharp pain twung throughout his arm as the Hare felt like they punched an Oak branch rather than someone's head. Veil hardly budged, yet he seemed relaxed and unbraced; as if his body's sheer density resisted the blow. That hook would have left most people on the floor - but Veil was no ordinary opponent. The moment the Hare spent recoiling in shock was all that Veil needed, and the unnatural looking Rat lifted Chervil up by his fore arm! Veil gave the cocky hare his full, undivided attention with a wicked smile.
A shiver ran down the Hare's spine. This "Rat" picked him up with one arm. In that split moment, Chervil understood what he was looking at. This wasn't a costume. This "Rat" wasn't wearing a mask with creepy extra eyes. They moved. The horns upon his head. They were real. They burned without wax or wick. The strength they had displayed - just as rest of him - was genuine. The second thing Chervil realized was someone strong enough to pick you with one arm would be devastating to take an unguarded body blow from.
Veil let go of the Hare a split second before his fist connected square in their abdomen. Chervil saw flashes of lights in his vision. The next thing he knew, he was hunched over on the ground, clutching his midsection as he gasped for the air he could not fill his lungs with enough of. In panic, the Hare tried to scramble to his feet, but he found the world turning sideways before hitting the ground again when his balance failed him. With labored breathing, Chervil could only roll onto his back and look in terror at the wicked, unnatural thing looming over him. The Flaming horns. The carnivorous teeth. The freaky clawed, hand-like feet. The Three tails. This being looked more like a monster had erupted from the flesh of a Rat, than an actual Rat.
Veil looked down with a stern glare. Chervil winced and braced for the worst. "You considered it cowardice and an insult that I would not fight you." Veil's voice was deep, yet smooth as river rock. "I did not wish to fight you because I knew the outcome of this battle before it began - but it seemed my word was not good enough for you." Veil said, his voice tinged with a hint of condescension. Veil paused. "Had I considered you a true enemy, this is where your tale would have ended. Do not mistake my reluctance to battle for cowardice again." Veil turned his back, retrieved the bundle of what appeared to be his belongings, and walked away.
Chervil laid there, speechless. The most powerful and wicked looking opponent of his life, just walked away the moment he gained the upper hand. He couldn't believe it. And unfortunately, he had a feeling neither will his fellow Hares when he stumbles his way home.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Rat
Size 1744 x 2000px
File Size 1.23 MB
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