Rabbit Without Ears 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Alright, alright, we are coming out," the deep voice said. I waited, but I saw no one. "Over here," the voice said, but I didn't see anything. "Look down," he said. My jaw was literally on the floor when I did. It was two small creatures that had big, long ears, like rabbits. They were even cute. I asked because I couldn't hide my surprise in my voice. "What the... are you rabbits?" "No, we are not. We are ellies," the male defended. “I never heard of such an animal or creature before," I said.

Almost there. Just as something jumps into my field of vision, I clasp my hands over my mouth and let out a muffled shriek. But it's not what I expected. I peer between my fingers to see a rabbit, its nose twitching and ears erect, gazing at me with wariness. A loud growl drowns out my attempt at addressing the tiny creature. "Hello, little—"

However, the fur around her eyes was black. I was so caught up in Rose's wolf that I didn't notice when Vivian shifted into her black wolf with silver patches by her ear. Rose's wolf was slightly taller than Vivian's. she lunged at Rose, but Rose's wolf dodged Vivian, causing her to fall to the ground.

One ear was slightly chewed from where Emma used to teeth on it as a toddler. "How do we check without destroying it?" Marcus asked. "If there's nothing inside, we'll have traumatized Emma by ripping apart her favorite toy for no reason." "We're careful. We check the seams first. Look for any place that's been opened and resealed." I examined every inch of the rabbit. The ears. The paws. The tail. Most seams were machine-stitched. Original manufacturing. But the bottom seam, where the tag was attached, looked different. "Look at this." I showed Marcus. "This seam has been hand-stitched. See how the thread is slightly different color? And the stitches are uneven. Someone opened this and sewed

I saw a wicked look flash in Charles eyes. “Really? Alright, I forgive you. I wasn't even all that angry, you know. Just make sure to keep to your promises, and don't try this stunt again. If you're looking for company, the Rambits can keep you company.” Charles responded, the cold look on his face easing. ‘Rambits?’ I see, they must be that horned, rabbit creature from earlier. “Those creatures are too playful, and they eat a lot.” Scymodus scoffed. “So…I guess we’re good now?”

Reid’s mouth watered in anticipation. A buck rabbit lifted up onto his hind legs, his nose moving frantically, his ears twitching and eyes searching. It was the signal to pounce. The air was rent with their high-pitched screams, the metallic richness of blood, and the snarling of wolves as they tore into flesh and snapped bone in their powerful jaws. Rabbits scattered and disappeared into the hidden entrances to their warrens, but their small hunting party each had a kill, and they carried them back over the dunes, to the beach, to lay on their bellies in the sand whilst they crunched and munched their way through the sweet, still warm flesh.

Beta Lufin said. My attention was stolen by a shuffle in the nearby oak tree as I heard tiny footsteps, or jumping… yes, jumping. A white rabbit came out from hiding at the oak tree and her fur looks so soft like a snow, it looks, her tiny nose and mouth, and her fluffy ears that jumps along with her as she hops farther. I found myself following it, wanting to take it as a pet, thinking that she should not be wandering around the forest inhabited by wolves, she might get eaten! Oh forgive myself for calling it a ‘she’ I do not know its gender so.

But 20 minutes later a large fat rabbit was tossed down at our paws, before two more were flung at the other wolves. “Better?” Ryver asked, crouching in front of us, his eyes roamed our fur and they lingered on the silver collar, his gaze hardened before he grabbed the gloves he had dropped and slipped them between our neck and the collar, relieving our pain. Nya whimpered in relief and he chuckled, “All you had to do was ask” he told her before he stood and went back to his spot.

"Excuse you. This is art. Real art." I laughed so hard I nearly dropped the basket of herbs I was sorting. My sides hurt, but I could not stop. He held the tiny carving up proudly, turning it slowly so I could see every angle. "See? It looks perfect." "It looks like an angry rabbit," I teased. "It is not a rabbit," he insisted, his voice full of fake seriousness. "It has rabbit ears." "It has distinguished wolf ears. Very noble ones." "You have made an aristocratic rabbit," I said, giggling.

So the first thing I did was move my right hand and snap its neck to stop the movements. As its head dropped to the side, I then grabbed it by its ear again. Rabbit ears are awfully cute after all, they’re soft and long too. The perfect place to hold and rip. As I thought about it, the sound of fur ripping slowly began to echo in my ears while blood began to spill out of the underskin while the skull of the tiny little thing began to show. *** The moment I was done ripping it apart, I left it there for it to be eaten by the other animals in the forest and began to walk away and sighed a breath of relief.