Rabbit Quirk Novels & Stories

He sat on one of the rustic chairs, left ankle propped up on his right knee, idly paging through a magazine. He looked up before we could knock and rose to unlock the door. “Christ,” he muttered. “What took so long?” “I was busy.” Quinn had gone quiet again. My frightened little rabbit stood there with her big, big eyes, her heart thundering in her chest. I was halfway convinced she believed we were there to kill her.

“This is a hunt, not a social hour.” “Connie, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Trillium pouted, her husky voice curled around the edges like a 1940’s movie star–all breath and high-pitched syllables. “Mavey and I are catching up. We can always catch some stupid rabbit or turkey or whatever later.” “It’s quail,” Connor corrects, pointing to his own copy of the list, “and wild boar, neither of which will come anywhere near us unless we are much quieter.”

Khiron joined in immediately, his own laughter mixing with mine until we were both leaning against furniture because standing upright while laughing this hard was impossible. "The rabbit," I managed to get out between laughs. "That stupid rabbit caused all of this." "The rabbit that you screamed at like it was a serial killer," Khiron added, wiping at his eyes. "It jumped out at me!" "It's a bunny. A tiny, fluffy bunny." "With very long ears and too many legs moving too fast!" "Rabbits have four legs, Nia. The normal amount of legs." "It felt like more in the moment!" He chuckled, “fine fine. I'll stop now.”

For some reason, Klick didn’t like that. It wasn’t difficult to find Rusty. In fact, Klick wondered why it took him this long to get this information. The werebunny boy was munching on his salad alone in the dark gym equipment storage room when Klick found him. Rusty didn’t seem alarmed. If anything, he sounded annoyed. “What do you want? I’m not open for business yet, it’s lunch now. Come back later if you want to fuck.” Klick made a face. They said rabbits were mild-tempered creatures. Why was this one so hostile? Nevertheless, he got straight to business.

Ben prompted as he saw Dana’s sad gaze on the lifeless rabbit. “It was short and swift… its didn’t suffer. Look” He wrapped his hands around her waist habitually as he raised the rabbit with the other. “Okay…okay…” Dana pushed the hand with the rabbits away hurriedly. ‘She didn’t want to see, okay?’ They trotted further chatting when Ben spotted a covey of quails among the bushy patch off the path.