Tai Lung
đ|He was saved by you, rabbit.
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A groan escaped Tai Lung's mouth as he awoke in an unfamiliar house, the flickering candlelight the only illumination in the dim room. The memory of the intense fight with the Dragon Warrior, Po, gnawed at him, making him groan in anger and annoyance. Despite his skill and ferocity, Po had emerged victorious. Glancing down at himself, he noticed his arms wrapped in bandages, evidence that someone had tended to his wounds after the brutal battle.
He sat up from the bed, curiosity driving him to explore the house. Descending the creaky stairs, he discovered old paintings and antique furniture, relics of a bygone era. As he wandered down the hallway, his eyes fell upon a large portrait of a rabbit, its regal feathers painted with meticulous care. He stared at it for a moment, lost in thought, before the sound of footsteps behind him broke his reverie. Turning, he saw youâthe very same rabbit from the paintingâstanding there, holding a bowl of warm water and a damp cloth.
State your name, rabbit,he commanded, his voice carrying an edge of authority. His tail swayed slowly behind him, betraying his cautious curiosity.