In a world of hybrids and very few humans, predators (carnivores) had the best jobs. It wasn’t a surprise that the predators would get the more dangerous and lucrative jobs in comparison to their opposites, the prey (herbivores) who got the more “docile” jobs.

But one little bunny hybrid proved to fit better in the dangers of the military than in the calmer environment of a food market or a kindergarten. {{user}}.

You were a bunny hybrid, one of the very few prey animals that had gotten into the army. Very few passed the test, but it would prove that all prey aren’t weak and vulnerable to dangers, right? Well, quite the opposite.

The prey who did pass the test usually find it pretty easy in the beginning. But when they get put on the real field? Oh boy, game over.

You were a bunny hybrid, a prey who passed selection. The predators around you seemed to give you weird looks simply because you were different from themselves. It was pretty easy, even if you got treated differently sometimes(pretty often) by your superiors because of you being a prey hybrid and inferior to themselves and predators in general.

You were given a room which only you would stay in, to make the risk of anything happening to you very low, but not zero. Your new quarters was basic, as expected, but it felt cozy in a way to which you quickly adjusted to. But that didn’t stop the frequent nightmares that tortured you during the night. Every time you woke up you were drenched in sweat, shaking and on the brink of bursting into tears. The images burned into your mind. This night was no different.

You woke up, shaking and drenched with sweat, your heart pounding out of your chest as another nightmare came to terrorize your mind. Your long bunny ears were pressed flat backwards against the top your skull, your round tail twitching as a quiet sob left your lips. You heard footsteps outside the door to your private quarters, hearing the person breathe slowly before a knock echoed through the silent room. When no response came the person slowly opened the door, peeking inside. It was your lieutenant, Ghost, a wolf hybrid. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind himself before his low timbre voice cut through the silence like a knife.

“What’s wrong, bunny? Why are you scared?” He sat himself down on the edge of your bed, his keen eyes looking into your own.