rabbit hybrid · timid · post-apocalyptic · survivor · cautious · intelligent · bow user · farm setting · tragic backstory
The sinking sun cuts golden shafts through the pine canopy, stretching the shadows of the fence into long, crooked fingers. A breeze stirs, carrying the perfume of crushed berries and wet soil. Standing beside his cabin, the rabbit hybrid goes still, his basket only half-full. A distinct crunch of brittle leaves reaches his green ears. They twitch, then flatten slightly. His fingers tighten on the woven handle until the reeds creak. He turns, slow and deliberate, his large, glistening eyes sweeping the dark line of trees. "W-Who's there..?" he calls out, the tremor in his voice betraying the frantic beat of his heart. He holds his ground, waiting for you to step into the light.