My wife “misremembered” some Eddie Money song lyrics:
Take me home tonight!
I don’t want to be a bunny wight
A bunny wight certainly doesn’t seem like the scariest kind of wight imaginable. Is there any way it could be given enough gravitas that it wouldn’t seem like something out of an April Fools edition of Dragon Magazine?
I think things from under the sea can be scary, so let’s say the bunny wights in question emerge, dripping and slimy, choked with weeds, from an angry ocean. They’re tall and anthropomorphic: pooka sized, taller than humans, with huge webbed bunny feet. They’re scaly instead of furry, as befits fishy creatures, and maybe with those rows of hundreds of sharp teeth possessed by predatory fish.
Bunnies are not predatory animals, though, so I don’t see bunny wights having the same hunger for human blood possessed by most undead. Rabbits are sort of tragic animals – the bottom of the food chain. Bunny wights come out of the water sad, leaden-footed, at the command of the creatures who once preyed on them. They walk in from the surf, one or two at first, with more behind, until an army of them is trudging on the shore, heads bowed, slimy ears dangling behind them like seaweed.
Each bunny wight has a thorn protruding from its chest: the claw that killed it. It’s a claw of the same terrible sea predator that now calls them to unwilling action. (Perhaps some spine-covered amenome from the far realms?)
I have a feeling that the bunny wights can fire their chest thorn as a weapon, and when they do, it tears out their heart and kills them.
I hope things work out for these bunny wights! They seem like they’ve had a tough time!