Username: classy n flashy
Link to Warren: Council of the Fallout Rabbit Level: Basic
Rabbit Stats: basic starts with 5
Survival: 2
Stamina: 3
Strength: 0
Knowledge: 0
Rabbits name: Faorin
Rabbits Gender: Doe
Prompt: She couldn't die like this - not when she'd just found safety...!
It started with Faorin unintentionally insulting one of the bucks of the warren. Spiteful rumors in the smog filled air turned to whispers every time she passed by, and as the domino effect goes, everything had come crashing down as quickly as it had been built up.
He accused her of being a sleeper agent - she wasn't familiar with the terminology until Moorbeck-Rah clued her in during the trial. Apparently, sleeper agents were rabbits whose genetic codes were altered by the gradual effects of the radiation; they acted and looked as normal rabbits, but when subjected to a specific scent, taste, or sound - their "trigger" - they went absolutely haywire, lashing out with incredible amounts of violence and bloodlust. Because the warren wanted not to run the risk of allowing a sleeper agent amongst their kind, these witch hunt like trials were held. The accused was brought forth to the Council themselves, then tried for treason. If found guilty - which, Faorin soon discovered, was more often than not - they were to be slaughtered and left for the Infected to find.
So now, here Faorin stood, fighting for her life against the buck that had framed her as a monster. He had given her quite the nasty scratch on the face, and had taken a bit of her ear with him, but as exhausted and dizzy as she was, Faorin couldn't die like this. She'd been out in the Badlands for so long that she was convinced that each day out there was her last; but then, she found the Council. They welcomed her, sheltered her, cared for her.
She wouldn't let this mongrel take that from her.
With a mighty screech, the doe mustered up all her strength and slammed into him, knocking him off balance and pinning him to the ground. She heard the jurors' breaths hitch in their throats, and knew that, as much as she wanted to kill him, if she did decide to end this pitiful wretch's life, she'd be deemed a sleeper agent and killed on the spot. And the pathetic fleabag underneath her knew that as well.
Faorin released the buck as she backed away, announcing to the crowd, "I am not your enemy. If I were, I'd have killed him where he lie."
Murmurs of the jury confirmed her hopes that she'd survive. Though in the back of her mind, she heard a simple praise from her innermost thoughts:
"You have good self control... you know, considering what you are."