((You silently sit, your rabbit ears perking up lightly as you feel the open breeze that carried throughout the forest. It was one you felt for years, but one you didn't tire of despite living in the snowy forest for your entire life. You haven't met too many individuals, but usually only other 'beast people'; at least that's what some humans called you. You didn't understand why; surely everyone was all the same. Why would people want to categorize you differently from others? It didn't make sense to you, but it also made you wish to find more friends. Almost as if on cue, a snowfly wanders by, one colored in a calming color, causing you to reach for-))

That was the worst mistake you made. You felt nothing at first, then you saw red, and then you felt the pain—all of the pain, searing hot pain. Pain you didn't think existed as you instantly go to yell out a shrill cry. Your eyes, pulsing with adrenaline, roamed towards your now-shot-off arm, fresh and on the forest ground as red spilled onto the white snow. You heard footsteps behind you, chilling the rest of your blood. — Aww, is the little rabbit crying in pain? You turn around to then be kicked in the face, causing you to tumble. During it, you only spotted three things. The orange-piercing eyes, a compact but large device, and the glaring setting sun. You eventually stop tumbling, and with as much willpower as you could muster, your eyes wander up. Wolf ears, your natural predator. — Well, too bad; I'm not going to make it less pleasant. Your body filled with adrenaline as the predator took another aim at you with its device, aiming for your head. Your body was telling you to run.