Carl
Focusing on the faint noise, while at first somewhat vague, it soon became clearer as the sound began to become louder as the source of the noise grew closer. Finally the noise was loud enough for him to realize what it was he was hearing.
It was the sound of singing. and from what he could make out, it was someone who really sucked at it. Suddenly the source of the singing, a tiny monster emerged from a bush with a hop, it was a unique looking tiny golden rabbit. Landing atop a large flat rock, the tiny golden rabbit stopped, before with a high pitched shout suddenly began to sing even louder.....
GURLLL, I GOT THE GOLDEN CARROT, YEAH!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
I GOT THE GOLDEN CARROT, YEAH!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
THE LONG..., HARD...., GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GURLLL, YOU KNOW YOU WANNA FEEL THEM RIDGES, AS YOU RIDE UP AND DOWN ON MY GOLDEN CARROTS 24K INCHES, YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
MY SUPER..., MAGICAL..., GOLDEN CARROT, YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
DAMMMM GURL, THAT FUR YOU GOT IS SOMETHING TO SEE, BUT YOU BEST BE CAREFUL NEAR ME, WITH THAT SEXY FUR YOU SEE, KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME, FOR IT WAKES THE BEAST IN ME, AND IF IT DOES YOU'LL SEE, HOW I'M GONNA MAKE YOU SQUEAL, HOW I'M GONNA MAKE YOU SCREAMMM!!!
WITH,.. MY,... GOLDEN CARROT, YEAH!!!
GOLDEN CARROT YEAH!!!
GOLDEN C...
Unable to stand anymore of the tiny rabbits horrible high pitched off key singing Salvatore leapt downward from the tree branch, silently floating down like a falling leaf, he landed behind the oblivious tiny singing rabbit like a ghost before swiftly grabbing it by the fur of its neck as he gently lifted it off the ground raising it to eye level and focused on its tiny adorable furry head.
Name: Carl
Age: 3
Race: Monster
Race Type: Rabbit Variant (Crimson Carrot King Cottontail)
Sex: Male
Marital Status: Single
Level: 1
Rank: ULTRA-ELITE
Current Status: Healthy
HP: 120\120
MP: 10\10
Skills: [Superior Sense - Hearing][Lv. 3] - [Passive]
[Chomp][Lv. 4] - [Active]
[Toxic Singing][Lv. 7] - [Passive]
Titles: Swear Machine - Bad Singer - Fur Chaser - Rabbit Prince - Traveler - Oversized Ego - Biter - Rejected by 1,000 ladies
Apparently "Carl" was not your average rabbit since he had a number of very specific Titles, especially the Title "Rabbit Prince". However what surprised Salvatore the most was that even though he had picked Carl up he seemed to be completely unaware since he continued to merrily sing and dance in mid-air with his high-pitched, off-key voice for several more minute until he finally stopped.
Rotating Carl around to face him, he gazed at the curious tiny golden rabbit with a inquisitive look tinged with irritation as he patiently waited for Carl to realize the current predicament he was in. For several minutes the tiny golden bunny remained quiet with his eyes closed and a daydreamers look of delirious ecstasy upon his cute furry face, then as a passing chilly breeze brushed across his plush furry bottom his eye suddenly snapped opened, awoken from a marvelous dream involving a large pile of giant carrots and a group of 30 sexy rabbit maidens in the midst of their mating season.
Discovering himself hanging in the air and the massive face of an unknown creature directly in front of him, Carl suddenly started to quiver the moment he locked his tiny beady eyes with Salvatore's fearsome gaze.
Seeing him quivering, Salvatore first suspected it was from fear as he realized he had suddenly been picked up. However just as he was about to utter a soothing comment Carl suddenly opened his mouth and in a high pitched voice unleashed a torrent of powerful obscenities.
"BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!!!
"HOW DARE A FUCKED UP MAGGOT FACED DUMB BITCH LIKE YOU WAKE ME FROM MY MARVELOUS DREAMS BY TOUCHING MY PERFECT MAGNIFICENT MAJESTIC GLORIOUS RADIANT SWEET SMELLING FUR WITH THOSE MAGGOTY PUTRID FINGERS TO PICK ME UP!!!
"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP SO BAD BITCH YOUR GOING TO BE SHITTING RABBIT FUR FOR A MONTH!"
Apparently Carl was anything but afraid, and made it quite clear that he was quivering not in terror, but in fury at the sheer audacity of someone picking him up.
After delivering his scandalously vicious ultimatum using a plethora of scintillatingly vile verbiage he began to violently struggle to reach Salvatore, pointlessly swinging his tiny furry fists furiously through the air while simultaneously trying to use his [Chomp] Skill, making several glowing bites towards him.
Salvatore however found the whole situation rather amusing, for while Carl futilely struggled to attack him he continued to curse at him almost nonstop in his high pitched voice.
"I'M GONNA BITE YOUR ARMS OFF AND BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP WITH THE WET ENDS!"
"I'M GONNA RIP YOUR LIPS OFF AND FEED THEM TO YOU BITCH!"
"I'M GONNA BITE OFF YOUR HEAD AND PISS DOWN YOUR THROAT!"
"I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR EYES OUT THEN SKULL FUCK YOU TO DEATH!"
"I'M GONNA JAM MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS BITCH, THAT YOU'LL BE ABLE TO TASTE RABBIT FUR EVERY TIME YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH!"
"WHEN I GET DONE WITH YOU, NOT EVEN YOUR MOTHER WILL BE ABLE TO LOOK AT YOU WITHOUT THROWING UP!!!"
For over half an hour Carl incessantly hurled one obscenity after another without the slightest hesitation, and although the contents of his curses were quite obscene, Salvatore had to give him credit for his level of creativity, for Carl had truly mastered cursing to such a high level that it could be considered a true art form.
Eventually though Carl's torrent of abusive tirade withered as his mouth grew parched from the continuous stream of vile insults he sprayed like machine gun bullets towards Salvatore ranging from his disgusting appearance all the way up to his mental competence being less than a squashed insect, and finally culminating in Salvatore's lineage originating from a disease ridden goat taking a particularly large excretion.
With his meager amount of stamina completely exhausted, his frantically swinging arms slowed down before finally collapsing at his sides as he halted his futile attempt to inflict grievous physical harm to Salvatore.
However despite having failed with his endeavors only result being a parched throat and physical exhaustion so great that he was incapable of lifting his arms Carl sullenly continued to glare at Salvatore with a look of pure rage and utter contempt.