hold your breath my dear, we're going under
rogue
05-11-2023, 08:56 PM
Bunny? Bunny. Henbane had found the thing just to the east of the Redwater Rocks, and she was in hot pursuit. Hot, the hottest. Chasing with all she could muster... frankly, she's not very fast. Yeah, sure, she's an athlete but the kind of athlete... it's a different kind. She's a bruiser. A brawler. Hell, Hen may as well have been born with bloody knuckles and a black eye. She wouldn't have it any other way, and she'll never be any other way. There's something off about this one, and there always has been. Chalk it up to generational trauma, or something like that. Right, the bunny. Hen thinks she's hot shit as she chases her prey, but the rabbit was a wiley thing. She won't give up her pursuit, her chase. A rumbling growl in her chest as it leaps, and she chases it by bounds. There was no question of boundaries in her mind. A pup born too wild to be held by the structured life and bounds that a pack provided, that is to say, she doesn't really get it. You can't just own land-- that's fucking stupid. The earth beneath their paws, it's as living or breathing as she is. As the bunny she chased was. Hen couldn't be owned. It doesn't strike her as the faintest possibility that the land could be either. It's just over the boundary that the rabbit finally leaps into a burrow, down a hole. "Fucking cunt," Hen doesn't see the hole until it's too late, of course. She steps into it, her face smashing against the ground. She can feel a muscle twinge in her foreleg, sending the shock of pain through her system. Still, it's her pride that's taken the brunt of the damage. "Bitch." Grumbling, Hen takes a moment to make sense of it all. This sucks. |
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