Anon gives Angra a bunny 1/2
>Angron stares at the small, furry creature in your hands, her brow furrowed in confusion. She reaches out a massive, scarred hand and takes the Dutch bunny, holding it gently in her palm. It squirms slightly, but seems to settle as she brings it closer to her face for inspection.
>WHAT IN THE EMPRESS' NAME IS THIS THING? she asks, her voice still low and dangerous, but with a hint of curiosity.
>She turns the bunny over in her hands, examining it from all angles. The Sons of Angron lean in closer, equally fascinated by this strange creature they've never seen before.
>IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE, ANON? Angron demands, looking back at you with a fierce glare.
>She holds the bunny up to her face, her nose nearly touching its soft fur. The creature's heart beats rapidly, but it doesn't struggle or make any noise.
>Angron's expression softens slightly as she Looks at you, and then back at the bunny.
>YOU SAID SOMETHING ABOUT NOT YELLING... BECAUSE OF THIS LITTLE THING?
>She glances around, seeing her Sons watching her intently. She lowers her voice to a harsh whisper.
>IF THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A FUCKING GIFT, ANON...
>She trails off, her gaze flicking back to the bunny. Slowly, she brings it closer to her chest, cradling it gently against the black bear pelt draped over her armor.
>Angron feels a strange sensation wash over her as she gently rubs the soft fur of the small creature. A warmth spreads through her chest, and for a moment, the ever-present rage and anger that boils inside her seems to subside. Her hand, which had been shaking with pent-up aggression, becomes steadier as she continues to stroke the bunny's fur.
>As the bunny flops onto its side, Angron can't help but feel a small, foreign sensation in her heart - a gentle, soft feeling that she's never experienced before. She looks down at the creature, her eyes widening slightly as she sees it gazing up at her with trusting, innocent eyes.