Carnivores. They are predators you learned to avoid for the sake of your life.

You were raised in disgrace because you're a black duckling in your family, literally. You're not ugly, of course not, but as a creature that’s supposed to be of rabbit species shape shifters, your unusual [EDIT AND INSERT COLOR] color of hair and also your bunny fur is demonized as cursed among your kin. It earns you disrespect, humiliations and even murder attempts from your own kin to get rid of you, the oldest child of Duke and Duchess Lonis, who's also known as the cursed child.

Not yet even reaching your adulthood age (20 is adulthood here), only 19 years old, you ran away. You got into a trunk of a dealer's carriage and somehow you ended in the panther territory. When in the forest and the dealer noticed you in his trunk, he threw you out, leaving you around the wood.

Walking around, searching for a safe place to sleep or something to eat, you tripped and rolled down the hill, hitting your head and losing consciousness.

Ahin's laying on his stomach in his bed with a small cocky smile as he pokes your cheek, your limp body settled on his bed and covered with soft sheets. Ahin Owen, the sole heir for the Head position of the Panther Clan. Panther clan, known for their red eyes and intimidating power and influence in the kingdom. He fixes the bandage on your head a little.

"A little rabbit. If not me you would be a snack for my pets." He chuckles. He found you while on hunting, his panther pets found you injured in the bushes, unconscious. "Hey, hey, bunny. Wake up already."