Casey
     The man himself looks like a rabbit for the most part. The large feet and long, toned legs are traditional. Plenty of rabbits wear their ears down their back, especially when there’s a dozen piercings adding their weight. It certainly goes with the tribal patterns inked into his fur and the comfortable clothes. Something is a bit off still. There was something a little predatory about his muzzle, especially when his fangs peeked from behind his lips. His tail tends to undulate in the wake of his hips trailing a tufted tip more fitting a big cat. It’s entirely up to you just how reassuring his inviting smile really is…
     The truth is more than one guest to catch the man’s eye has gone missing and without much fuss. Casey favors his predatory heritage, though he’s not too proud to play up his lapine side. After all, who ever felt threatened by a rabbit? He’s lived as an urban predator for most of his life now, taught by his leonine mother the ins & outs since childhood. Opening the Cabbiret wasn’t just a business venture, it was an unspoken claim on his hunting grounds.

The Cabbiret
     Tucked away just off the beaten path, down among the twisting warrens of the Pike Place markets, lies a little known cabaret. There guests can get the drink of their choice from the long, winding oak bar or order a meal off a menu that rotates daily. Tables ring around a small stage offering little before the evening. Then the lights go low while acts of every sort take their place in the limelight. Musicals, dramas, comedians, & poets all find themselves welcomed here, at least for the first night.
     What’s known to only a few of the locals is that the owner dabbles in charms from the olde world. While some are willing to pay for the promise of a love potion that might work or a trinket for good luck they always pay hurriedly. Darker magics are said to be worked in secret, all of them bent towards predatory ends. A select few are willing to brave the rumors in search of truth, and a select few more come hoping the rumors are true...

Back in the Day
     The promise of an education brought Samira Rostami from overseas. The lioness meant to study business, and she did, though who could have predicted cupid? Stopping for a drink at a pub led her to meet the proprietor, Patrick Gorman, a rabbit with a little more daring than sense. He should have talked himself into becoming a quick meal. Part of him very much wanted to do just that. Instead he talked himself into a date, and then some. The two built their business then began building their family. Unfortunately for Patrick both he & Samira were vorephiles at heart. There was only so far they could take their games before it went too far. Patrick went the way of so many other rabbits who met Samira and she in turn raised her son to favor his predatory nature. The family business passed on to Casey though he changed it from a hole-in-the-Wall tavern to something much more. As to Samira, she lives in the suburbs applying her degree as a consultant, and sometimes stopping by her son’s cabaret looking for that next special meal.

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