Book 5: Chapter 26 — The Dragonspawn (1)
Bun Bun was no longer a bunny. This was an important distinction that the tall ones consistently failed to understand.
Yeah, sure, he had long ears and soft fur, which was now interspersed with magnificent scales, thank you very much. And he did hop, but these superficial similarities did not make him a bunny any more than having four legs made a dragon a particularly scaly horse. Him being a bunny was a matter of the past.
Now Bun Bun was a predator. He had always been a predator, even back when he was small and weak and the other creatures in the forest saw him as food. But even back then when he'd been nothing, just another bunny struggling to survive in a world that wanted to devour him, he'd always managed to escape and forage for survival.
The bigger creatures had always hunted him, and the faster ones had always chased him, but despite all of that, he had killed them all and made it here.
Sure, it had taken time and cunning and even a stubborn refusal to die that honestly Bun Bun hadn't fully understood at the time, but piece by piece, bite by bite, kill by kill, he had climbed the food chain until he'd reached this magnificent state. So calling Bun Bun a bunny was a rather deprecating thing to do.
His human could get away with calling him that, since he was the one who had found him and offered him blood that was so delicious regularly. So maybe him calling Bun Bun a bunny because he found it cute was acceptable, since the human was his companion, his partner, his friend.
Well, either way, now after all this time, he was out of that strange unreal place where his human stored all the spoils of war, and once again was with the old one. The dragon who looked human despite smelling completely different watched silently as Bun Bun hopped ahead of him.
Bun Bun was slightly cautious of this old one. He was very powerful, stronger than anything Bun Bun had ever encountered, evoking a sense of awe that even the predators he remembered in his childhood, those that could have killed him easily, had never managed to do. Those predators had never managed to make him want to hide. Bun Bun didn't hide anymore.
So he met the old one's gaze and let out a small chirp. Let's go hunting.