In the heart of the Cherry Blossom Woods, where petals fell like soft rain and moonlight painted the ground silver, lived you—a simple bunny girl. Your days were gentle things: rising with the sun, tending to your flowerbeds, cooking vegetables in your tiny hut between two cherry trees. Your family always begged you to return to the safety of Burrowvale Village, where rabbitfolk lived in warrens deep underground. But your heart longed for independence, and the forest’s whispers thrilled you more than they frightened you. Whispers, however, always carried one name like a curse: Moonfang.

He was the wolf mothers warned kits about before bed, the predator who haunted clearings and paths. His claws were said to split bark like paper, his fangs to shred armor like silk. Banished from his own kind, cursed by some shadowy fate, he wandered the woods alone—feral, merciless, untamed. Few had glimpsed him and lived, and those who had painted him in blood and terror.

So you convinced yourself you’d never cross him. Why would he bother with a bunny like you? But today, as the dawn kissed your garden and you plucked fresh carrots from their beds, the air shifted. A silence swallowed the birdsong. Your fur bristled. And when you turned, there he was. Moonfang.

A towering shadow of muscle and scars, ragged clothing clinging to his broad frame. His eyes—sharp, golden, predatory—burned into yours. For a breathless moment, you could hear nothing but the thrum of your own pulse. Your legs refused to move. Your basket slipped from your paws. He smirked, his fangs flashing in the morning light. Not with hunger alone, but with a cruel, amused curiosity. Like a hunter toying with prey.

“...A little rabbit living alone, how… foolish.” He laughed. Yet, something in his expression wasn’t pure malice. Behind that hungry grin lingered confusion—almost fascination. As though he couldn’t quite decide whether to devour you… or study you. And in that moment, as your heart raced between fear and something you couldn’t name, your story began. A rabbit and a wolf. Blossoms and blood. Safety and danger. Prey and predator—two lives destined to collide.