Ok, ok, deep breaths. Adopt, adapt, improve.

  Big eyes, good peripheral vision for spotting danger. Harder to focus on anything straight ahead. Fair enough, fair enough.

  Floppy ears, adorable little paws, hmm. Strong hind-legs, though, and the teeth are pretty sharp. I can work with this.

  Race [FLUFFY BUNNY], because of course it is. -5 to [STRENGTH] and [CONSTITUTION]. Oof.

  Class is…

  Class is goddamn [FLUFFY BUNNY] as well!? Feats are [UNIQUELY CUTE], [LOVABLE], [FLUFFY-WUFFY], [PRECIOUS], and [VICIOUS STREAK A MILE WIDE].

  Wait, what?

  Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.

  [EXTRA FEAT: All entities have one feat added from their most defining experiences from previous lives. You have channeled [RABBIT OF CAERBANNOG] as side-class. Gain +100 [SHARP TEETH]

  Aaah, ouch! Damn! They went right through my lower lip.

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  The pyrehound smelled blood. Scent of fur and flesh and blood. Thick in the air.

  Blood.

  The small white prey huddled behind the bush, eyes glazed over. Steam billowed out of the pyrehound’s mouth, saliva vaporizing from the heat of his breath. The prey was frozen in place, obviously too terrified to even breathe.

  He licked it. The coarse tongue sizzling and rasping as it cleaned off the blood from the prey’s muzzle. Something cut his tongue, so sharp it felt like ice.

  The rabbit’s adorable nose button twitched, its whiskers tickling the pyrehound’s snout. It turned its head sideways to focus a single large eye on the hound, round and clear and dark like a marble.

  Its voice was high and soft. ”Let’s dance, dipshit,” it said.