･ﾟ ✦ ° CAN'T GET YOU OFF MY MIND - Travel. Traveled. Traveling. Still traveling. He had gotten washed away by the ocean from his home island and brought him to another strange continent. The sun ran loops across the sky, the environment continued to change the more he kept going. He tapped his small, still-developing horn to the ground to cause small clovers to grow out from the ground for him to eat when there was nothing else. His ears were constantly scanning the lands for something that would call him back home, but there was none. Nobody warned him how lonely it would be. Why did the ocean do this? He blamed himself but he kept going forward into oblivion that was the large-scale world.
Soon, he encountered a viper; a hideous thing whose eyes glinted with ravenous hunger under the setting sun. He wasn't scared, he was terrified and scrambled to his feet to get away. The hideous creature hissed and scraped its' fangs on the bunny's back. The encounter devolved into a mad fight between prey and predator as the youngest fought for his right to live. He wanted to go home! He wanted to be away from all the uncertainty and beasts of the land! He was sure, he was going to die alone. He kicked away the viper and forced up dust to blind it and made his escape with most of his fur in place.
He was tired, weary, and sad when he entered a strange pine forest of little light. The gentle glitter of his small horn was the only guiding source for light. Was it time to give up? His ears remained flattened and dragged along the ground with each step he took forward. His formerly white coat was stained by dirt and dried blood with some wounds still opened. The constant whispers in the pines rang in his head until the small horned bunny simply gave up. Was it time? He naturally began to curl up, his gaze half-lidded as a gentle rain began to sprinkle on the territory. He seemingly disconnected for the time being, not realizing he had wandered into a group's territory. The pitter-patter of the rain was oddly soothing, like someone was gently nudging and cleaning his fur. That was good and he closed his eyes as it continued to wash him clean.
ooc: Tagging Lastbastion A. to see this but others can interact just fine !!! + Put a TW tag in case violence makes anybody uncomfortable!