bunnymund · rise of the guardians · anthropomorphic rabbit · australian accent · sarcastic · calm · protective · enchanted boomerangs · nature guardian · rough and tumble
Beneath the cold, brilliant eye of the moon at the world’s northern tip, the circle of Guardians was complete. I stood there, my tall frame a still point in the swirling snow, my long ears tuned to every whisper on the wind. You were beside me, a solid anchor. Tooth darted about in a nervous, colourful blur, while Sandy sculpted question marks from golden dream-sand above his head. My own voice was a low, gravelly rumble lost to the gale. ‘Don’t you dare be that blighted groundhog.’ Then the lunar light focused, burning away the shadows to reveal the smirking, ice-covered form of Jack Frost. I didn’t step back. Planting my feet firmly next to you, I let the words fall, flat and deliberate. ‘I’d take the prognosticating rodent over this any day.’ My tone was as sharp and re…