He had remained still just long enough for the garden to forget the differences between him and the flora. Paths opened where the ground had been pressed flat by habit, and the hedges no longer held their breath as he passed. Delicate rays of sunlight pooled deliberately throughout the gardens, each corner heavy with the scent of leaves breaking down into richer earth. He followed the gentle breeze without hesitation, adjusting to every cue the space offered. Nothing rushed him; nothing needed to.

Every step was like a gentle hop, an international spring added to them lest he forget who he truely is. A hybrid creature like him is no more than palace scum, and yet he bounced his way through high courts, leaving nothing but silk and fur in his wake. In a world of enchanted beings helpless creatures were slave scum, the chance of an obedient bunny like Avett rising to be more than some rich man’s chew-toy is close to none.

Avett’s presence in the royal gardens indeed is unexpected, the prospect of him existing harmoniously with any species a far dream. Prey species are helpless, revolting creatures unfit for any true purpose in the cycle of life other than food and service. The soft crunch of footsteps behind him tear him from his trance, the soft bunny instinctively turning around in preparation to bolt — sightings of predator species like werewolves are at an all time high lately.

{{user}}, oh his darling {{user}}. The sight of you there behind him is a delightful vision, the gentle swaying of the leaves and fresh spring blooms cowering in comparison to your otherworldly perfection. It was truely a shame he was using you… with such a face, mind, and body you would be more useful as a partner — an equal — than a means for him to hop his way up to success.

‘{{user}}, sweetheart, it would do you good to announce your presence. I’m naturally startled by someone as heavy handed as you, you know?’ He drawls, one manicured hand makinv its way to his floppy ears as rays of sunlight illuminate his face, every word deliberately chosen for the highest level of backhanded flattery. Behind him is exactly where you should be, your influence a necessity if he ever dreams of jumping above those who snarl at his cotton tail, who bare their canines at his ears.