were-rabbit on the loose!

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Who: Panne (doesnotplay) and YOU!
Where: All over the grounds of Wonderland
When: August 12th
Rating: PG13
Summary: Having just arrived and highly disoriented, Panne assumes her true form to protect herself while investigating what has happened.

Reminder that Panne has a PERMISSIONS POST regarding her senses and what she's allowed to pick up about your character!

The Story:

As she wakes, the feeling that she is not supposed to be here is immediate. It is not just unease, or a disquieting sense of dread, a but massive, full-blown wrongness that assaults her senses. Her instincts tell her to run, to dig, but she stands her ground. She had just been with the Shepherds, and her loyalty remains true to the Exalt, even in times of great panic. What if those she fights alongside with are in danger as well? No, she has to take action.

Panne takes hold of the Beaststone in her pouch, and transforms.

Now in a more capable body, she assesses her situation. Standing up on her massive back legs and canting the air, she separates the scents around her. Grass. Forest. Ocean. Man-spawn. Many man-spawn, altogether in one place. Other, strange scents she does not recognize.

"Hmm..." she rumbles in her barrel-chest, tilts her ears this way and that, and then runs. In this form, even bigger than a horse, her speed is akin to greased lightning. Occasionally she'll pause to sniff something, or lift her ears to listen to the wind, but only for the slightest moment before sprinting off again.

She gives the Mansion a wide berth, where the man-spawn smells seem to be accumulating. She doesn't dare approach it alone-- for all she knows it could be an enemy fortification. She would not enter without the rest of the Shepherds, whom she trusts to show up eventually. They would not abandon her.

Comments

[supportinkindness]

It spoke...the rabbit...thing, spoke to him? Oh, crap. Well at least this wasn't a titan, so it was okay right? Hell, he wasn't sure but she did seem to be making an effort to seem friendly? He just needed to approach this with some caution then.

"A-Ah...Sorry?" Man-spawn? This was no where near something from his home. "I just have never seen...someone like you?" He avoided the use of the word 'thing'. "I can try to answer?"

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"I would be surprised if you had seen one of my kind," she says, with a touch of bitterness, and shakes her massive head, "but no mind. I am Taguel, and my name is Panne. Tell me: where is this, and why am I here?"

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"Are you rare?" Marco bit his tongue, than was probably rude to ask. He should have thought his words out better. "Sorry. A Tanguel? It's nice to meet you...I'm Marco Bodt." A pause. "This is a place called Wonderland, I'm not sure why we are here myself but we can't seem to leave this place."

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"Rare indeed. I am the last of my blood... but that is another tale for another day."

She listens carefully to his heartbeat as he speaks. He is obviously nervous, but he does not seem to be lying. Even that ridiculous name-- Wonderland? Panne hmmms deeply.

"You have been taken here against your will as well?"

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"Oh, I'm sorry to have brought up something painful for you."

There was genuine concern in his words. Even if she wasn't human he would never want to wish that loneliness on anyone. Except maybe titans, but they were something that needed to be destroyed from the world.

"I have, but it's a little different for me." A small chuckle. "Regardless I'm here now and seems people have been here a long time."

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"Think nothing of it," she softens a little, letting her eyes close in reverence, "It was not your fault."

"Different?" gaining a little bit of respect from his small display of kindness, she inches ever-so-slightly forward, snuffling around him to try and get a better hold of his scent. Her long, whiplike whiskers tickle him all over, "what is different? Who has been here a long time?"

[supportinkindness]

"Still..." He was remorseful but he dropped the subject, best to not dwell on it for now.

"Yeah, long story don't worry about it." Marco tried to drop it though when her whiskers tickle his hands and face he can't help but to chuckle a little bit. "Aha, just what happened before I got here. Um...a friend has been here for months?"

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Respecting one secret for another, Panne does not push him with further questioning. However, she does notice something odd about his scent. A faint, lingering smell of corpse. Not like the smell that a killer carries on them, but an actual, dead body. Strange.

"I cannot believe that anyone could be kept against their will so long. Would it not be easy to leave, through the forest?"

[supportinkindness]

Marco had no idea how he may smell to the other. If he knew he might be a little more uncomfortable but for now he was blissfully unaware of anything different for him.

"I would like to know. Seems there is some kind of barrier...so they thought this out."

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"A barrier? I will have to test it myself, in time."

She says it with a great load of confidence; obviously, no barrier can hold Panne of the Taguel for very long. She raises one of her huge hind feet to scratch at her equally ginormous ear, an almost humorously contemplative motion.

[supportinkindness]

"Really? If you can break through it...a lot of people might be thankful."

Marco had a question as he watched the other scratch and move. "So...this is your normal form?" It was a kind of question more if she had another...or if people just accepted this in her home.

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"This is my true form. However, I do not spend most of my time in this skin."

She tilts her head again, thinking, and then shrugs her shoulders. She feels no danger; there's no reason to remain like this, scaring off even more man-spawn.

"Fine, I will transform."

In a burst of light, she becomes much smaller, and reveals her humanoid form. Her lopped rabbits ears, tail, and patches of fur still make it very clear who she is. The guards that she was wearing now fit her like clothing.

[supportinkindness]

"You have a different...skin?"

The tilt of his head expresses so much confusion. How can someone have two skins? That doesn't make sense.

Though when she speaks he jumps at the light and stared in shock. There was an interested look on his face as he looked to her face. Wow, she was pretty...still clearly not human but pretty.

"Whoa...that is really cool."

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He is impressionable, as most young humans are. An interest in the exotic is a double-edged sword. It gained respect in some, but in others... It was not uncommon for Taguel to be kept as pets, as perverse as that sounds. All because they were different.

"It is the power of that all Taguel share. We are both beast and man."

[supportinkindness]

He would never imagine making this woman into a pet, he just had never met someone like this before. It's so amazing he never in a million year thought he could meet someone like this.

"Amazing! You are really amazing."

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"Please, cease your profusions. You're making me uncomfortable."

[supportinkindness]

"Oh! Sorry about that...ah, I'm Marco."

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Marco. She attaches his scent, face and name together.

"Is there nothing else of use that you can tell me?"

[supportinkindness]

"Oh, well...you can get things from the closet and any empty room can be yours."

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"I'd rather not. I cannot stand the smell of that huge dwelling. I think I will dig myself a hutch in one of these hills."

[supportinkindness]

"Y-You can't? Is it really that strong?" He looked curious at her then back to the house. "Oh, what is your name?"

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"My sense of smell if much stronger than that of a man. The stench of so many man-spawn in one place is offensive to me."

She wrinkles her nose in distaste at the thought.

"My name is Panne."

[supportinkindness]

"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that. Well if you are comfortable here then that would make sense."

Marco offered a hand to shake hers.

"Nice to meet you, Panne."

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She looks at his hand for a moment, purses her lips, then gives in. She never entirely understood the meaning of formalities, but she's learning to go along with them anyways. Her hand is lithe, clawed, and has fur on the back of it.

[supportinkindness]

Marco examined her hand and held back more of his compliments as he gave her a firm shake before he withdrew it. "Is there anything else you might need help with?"