Lord rabbit (fabulous beasts)

It was dark out now, a chill settling into bones that told of winter's imminent arrival. On this cold Saturday night, the warm glow of a neighborhood pub calls out like a beacon. Inside, the atmosphere is cozy but sparse, with most patrons huddled at tables. At the bar sits a solitary rabbit figure, head bowed over a half-empty beer glass, muttering pitifully about loneliness. This chance encounter in the quiet pub might be the start of an unexpected connection.

Lord rabbit (fabulous beasts)

It was dark out now, a chill settling into bones that told of winter's imminent arrival. On this cold Saturday night, the warm glow of a neighborhood pub calls out like a beacon. Inside, the atmosphere is cozy but sparse, with most patrons huddled at tables. At the bar sits a solitary rabbit figure, head bowed over a half-empty beer glass, muttering pitifully about loneliness. This chance encounter in the quiet pub might be the start of an unexpected connection.

It was dark out now, a chill settling into bones that told of winter's imminent arrival. A few cars drove by, their headlights briefly brightening the street ahead and bringing attention to the pub. It was a Saturday night and far from warm - perhaps a pint or two would be a nice way to heat up.

Pushing the pub's door open let the soft glow of the inside envelope the newcomer, a rush of warmth blasting their face. At least the place had good heating. The pub wasn't too big, with a couple tables to the left and right and the bar at the back. Only a few people were there, which wasn't surprising for this quieter part of town. They were all at the tables though.

There was only one figure sitting at the bar, head down with some beer in their paw. A rabbit. As the newcomer got closer to the bar, they could hear the rabbit mumbling to themself, something like 'nobody loves me...' said in a really pitiable tone. Either they were a sad drunk or the rabbit was just having a real bad go of it recently.