Bunni Fownes

Name: Bunni Fownes (Fawn)
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Runnerswift (Deer)
Court: Spring
Freehold: Fort Worth
Virtue: Hope
Vice: Lust
Pronouns: She/her/herself
==Physical Description==
Apparent Age: 21
Height: 5'7"
Skin: Brown
Hair/Eye Color: Brown
Clothing: Skirts and frilly blouses.
Detailed Appearance: Bunni is covered in the soft fur of her seeming, a true beast-girl to the core. Her strong mien and apparent lack of knowledge about the world may indicate that she was in Arcadia for a very long time...  
Mantle: Cool spring breezes surround the Runnerswift woman.  
Noteworthy Merits:  
Pinterest: Bunni Fownes  
==Commonly Known==
Bunni was not a member of Ragnarok, but was effectively claimed by the members as a malleable groupie. She might be with them still, but when they attempted to murder Mirek Shamash, she tried to heal him, not wanting any of her friends to die. She is now excessively fond of, well, almost everyone but Eric and Rivah in particular. 
==Uncommonly Known==
Bunni possesses a relatively rare goblin contract that allows her to drain a target of all glamour. 
==Omen==
When you cast Omen 1 on Bunni, you receive a vision. 
You see the forests of Arcadia, bright and emerald green in eternal spring. A pretty fawn, delicate and lovely, darts through the forests. Though you recognize in the vision that the beast is Bunni, she does not have any of the Spring girl's carefree cheer; the fawn runs at full-pelt, her hide covered in a froth of sweat, her sides heaving with the exertion of having run too fast for too long. 
Behind her, you see the hunt, the flashing horses hooves, the panting of the hounds, the call of the riders. A gentry leads them at the head, a net in his hands, cruel laughter coming from his throat as he urges his horse ever onward. 
The girl stumbles, her delicate leg hitting a hole in the ground, and you can hear the crack of bone as her leg breaks instantly. She tries to stumble on, lame and hurting, but the hunt is already upon her. Dogs snap at her legs and face, causing her to reel away in fear, desperate for a way out that does not materialize. The net flies out, flashing against the dappled sun; the deer is snared. 
The gentry dismounts and does not hesitate. Laughing, he plunges his knife into the deer's chest, lifting the blood-stained weapon afterward for all his party to see and cheer. Bunni does not have even the physical ability to scream; the tiny fawn bleats in pain and frightened helplessness before her head falls back to hit the ground, no longer strong enough to hold herself up as the blood gushes from her heart to coat her hide and the soft green grass beneath her. 
"Patch that up," the gentry barks to his chiurgeons, lingering on the edge of the hunting party with their slower mares. "She's my best and fastest. I want her available for the hunt tomorrow." 
Category:NPC
Category:Fort Worth
Category:Spring