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>Angron laughs again, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the chamber. It's a strange noise coming from the usually enraged Primarch, but there's a genuine warmth to it that can't be denied.
>I FEEL... STRANGE. she says, looking at the bunny and then at you with a mix of confusion and wonder.
>She brings the bunny up to her face, nuzzling it gently against her cheek. The creature nuzzles back, seems to be enjoying her touch, and Angron can't help but let out a small, soft sound of delight.
>She looks around at her Sons, who stare at her in stunned silence. They can hardly believe what they're seeing - their Primarch, the Angry One, the Beast of Nuceria, looking peaceful and smiling softly at a tiny, furry creature.
>Angron turns back to you, the bunny cradled gently in her arms. THANK YOU, ANON
>Angron continues to gently stroke and pet the bunny, her touch becoming more confident and tender with each passing moment. The creature seems to be thriving under her gentle attentions, nuzzling into her palm and Even letting out a soft, contented coo.
>Angron's face has taken on a soft, almost dreamlike quality as she loses herself in the simple pleasure of caring for the small creature. Her eyes, usually hard and fierce, have softened, and the corners of her mouth twitch with a gentle, almost playful curve.
>She looks down at the bunny, a new light of wonder and affection in her gaze.
>WHAT IS YOUR NAME, LITTLE ONE? she asks softly, so softly that those nearest to her strain to hear her words.
>She glances over at you, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
>AND WHAT SHOULD WE FEED THIS CREATURE?