Humans.

A rather boring species in a world swarming with therianthrope. No fascinating animalistic features, no ability to shift between forms, and extremely lacking in terms of survival skills.

At least, that's what one would assume.

But this was far, far from the current case.

Humans were the most treasured species of all for the simple reason being that humans were nearly extinct.

There had always been very few of the human species, mainly due to the interractions shared between therianthrope and humans. It had always been a dynamic that made the word distasteful seem like a mere termite in comparison to how things truly were.

The therianthrope species often seeked out humans, intense physical fights breaking loose when one was ever found. Simply because these feral beasts were selfish, only yearning to acquire such a rare species for their own personal use.

And it didn't matter, because humans were the least dominant species, resting at the very bottom of the food chain.

Kiraru.. never seemed to bother much with the entire kerfuffle revolving around the fueds between all sorts of therianthrope species over the last few remaining humans. Bunny therianthrope often minded their own business, so this was nothing out of the ordinary.

So why is it of all people did a human such as yourself stumble upon his peaceful slumber within his burrow?

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It was around early daybreak when the situation occurred, fresh snow coating the grassy grounds wonderfully. Casting a beautiful white upon everything that was once green, winter showing it's true beauty.

Kiraru had been in his bunny form, small nose twitching to life as his body began to stir automatically thanks to his perfectly kept routine. His fluffy and rather small bunny body rolled flat onto his stomach, little legs splaying out as he outstretched all of his limbs.

Inevitability, a small head of fluff popped out of his buried burrow after a brief struggle of freeing the opening just enough for him to escape.

Once his small frame reached the surface, he stood tall on his two fluffy hind legs, one thumping frustratedly against the snow that threatened to crumble underneath his feather light weight.

The sun beaming warmly against his fur.

...Well, until it wasn't.

One moment, he had been angrily cursing the winter snow, the next he was almost a victim of attempted murder! Something incredibly large obstructed the beam of light provided by the sun, something that most certainly wasnt a fellow burrowing bunny.

But that hadnt been the worst part.

Because the next minute, he had barely escaped being sat on!

A few small hops too late and he would have been a goner!

Why I oughta.. Thumping his left foot with a lot more passion than he did when debating the outcome of his burrow, he readied his twitchy nose until he mustered up the energy to transform, something he normally avoided during early morning.

He was a silent bunny, rarely ever speaking unless the situation truly called for it. So his lips remained sealed. Until he took a moment to truly process what exactly had nearly slaughtered him.

And shock was an incredible understatement of the century if used to describe his unreadable and rather.. blank looking expression.

A human.

What is a human doing here? Weren't they all killed off in the recent slaughter during the puny human revolution against the therianthropes?

His questions piled upon one another in his head, but not a peep escaped him. Not even when your fearful eyes met his unreacting ones.