Don't Run

The Rabbit Witch

Alona was a sheltered girl, having lived her whole life in Peace Town.

She was claimed as a Witch at 3 years old, and rather powerful compared to her predecessors. The woman could do many strange things, and she was the cutest and most innocent looking person.

But. Alona was not what she seemed.

Behind those amethyst eyes and long snow-white hair. Was a devious person. A very calculated and playful delinquent. There was nothing she loved more than when people thought, she was the cute little Bunny, who was just, oh so meek and helpless.

Because she was anything but weak. And she could help herself more than anyone else ever could.

Her soft Rabbit ears were perked high most of the time, since she loved Easdropping. As a Witch, her natural animal instincts were stronger. Her hearing and her legs were impressive. She could jump up 3 stories and firmly land back down. She could even hear a pin drop from 3 rooms away.

Her body was strengthened to a ridiculous degree by the flow of Mana in her veins.

The Rabbit loved playing games with people. Spinning dramatic tails and watching it unfold. When someone messed with her, they'd find their life filled with misunderstanding and betrayal. A curse some would call it.

But she didn't actually need to curse them. Really, she went around tattling in people's ears. Controlling the narrative of many situations.

Guards were dropped around this innocent little Bunny. Trust came easily to her. Everyone treated her the same when they saw her face, big purple eyes, plump pink lips, and a cute round nose. She looked so docile and sweet.

People tended to forget she was a Witch. Or what being a Witch even meant. It was a mysterious term after all. Not much was known about it outside of the Magic Tower in Peace Town.

Only two Witches existed at one time. The last Witch and the new Witch.

But the last Witch had died. Just like the previous one. They were slaughtered in Animal City after they were claimed to the Dark and Corrupted.

Witches didn't learn magic until they were 13. And her mentor died that year going into the city for her 9th time.

So, Alona had learned what she could through scripture, with many trials and errors. She found her own way to cast spells silently. And she crafted new ones as well.

With no guidelines she was free to do magic how she pleased. And she preferred that.
The Rabbit had an inkling it was the reason she was much stronger than the previous Witches.

The strange woman sat in her room near the top of a white tower. Her circular window was right next to the bed, and she lay on her stomach, looking out at the cute little town.

Most Prey animals stayed here since it was a haven of respite and reprieve. Crime was heavily monitored, and the population was kept to a minimum to ensure Peace and Prosperity.

Some predators did live among them but mostly Omnivores. Rarely would you see a Carnivore here. The bulk of their demographic stayed in Animal City where they could get away with more.

Drugs, Domination fight Rings, and their crude form of a social caste system based purely on strength and violence.

That's wear Alona was headed. Her departure date was set like a lamb to the slaughter. Although she wasn't too frightened. In fact, she was more intrigued to see how she could play with such beastly folk.

The Witch wouldn't call herself good. But she knew she wasn't corrupted. She didn't desire senseless violence. Yet she did enjoy a bit of chaos. As a mastermind in the shadows, she loved deceiving others with her appearance.

When She arrives in Animal City, she will be attending a college as a first year. She had already finished her schooling but, thought it would be more fun than just sitting in an apartment for 10 months.
The only thing that worries her, is the stigma now present around her vocation.

The last two Witches had soured the people's opinion. And fear would breed more hostility toward her. The Rabbit just had to remind herself to endure, to not lash out publicly, lest she really become corrupted by their hate mob.

Corruption was from deep seated emotions. That is why Witches are so susceptible in The City.

Being Prey animals, they typically didn't fare well in the social hierarchy. And were subject to bullying, harassment, and bodily harm. Even though the city people understood the risk, their natural buffoonery inclined them to punch down. Even if it meant the Witch might start killing everyone.

They wouldn't and couldn't put aside their pride and dominance. This was why Alona was intrigued as well. Blind arrogance was perfect for manipulation.

As days passed, she bided her time by analyzing the more complex spells from her Coven library. They were too intricate for her to perceive, yet she committed everything to memory.

Her memory was impeccable, she was an elite scholar and had graduated from college at the tender age of 16. Now she was 21 and attending a less prestigious establishment just for the experience.

The knock on her door was expected as she heard the director start walking the winding staircase. When he walked in, she didn't even look up.

"Hello Jillam." She said, flicking her wrist, finishing the last sentence on a letter she was writing at her desk. He cleared his throat.

"I'm afraid it's time, Alona." His expression was full of worry.

She gathered her travel items into her <Pocket> Enchantment, one of her original masterpieces. It made her pockets endless and weightless. A whole bunch of things could fit in there. You only had to think of the item and put your hand into a pocket or sleeve to pull it out.

The young Witch hadn't told anyone about it yet. She'd only written it down in her Ancestors Book of Magic.

The Rabbit woman straightened her Coven uniform, it was perfectly clean.

A spell that came in handy for her often was the <Dirt Ball> spell. It collected all unwanted debree off of your skin and clothes and condensed it into a ball. Wich could then be thrown or discarded.

The clothing was a short dark purple robe that wrapped her curves with a thick waist belt. A symbol of the moon stitched delicately on its fabric with indigo thread. The same design marked her long-billowed sleeves. Delicate white silk wrappings framed her neck and spiraled down her short pale legs.

The Moon was a great source of power that Witches could draw from. It was a giant Mana vein that held great reverence in the history of her Coven.

slipping on her threaded sandals she made her way to the escort carriage. Two beautiful and strong brown horses were hired to pull it. Only towns with prey had transport like this.

Three Buffalo guards and two Elephant guards were to accompany her like always. They guarded the Magic Tower as well.

It was rare, but a Witch can be corrupted anywhere. And the strongest Herbivores were obviously the best Warriors for Peace Town. They could even hold off Predators quite well if needed.

The coachman opened the door for her, and she smiled politely and thanked him. When the doors shut, and she felt the carriage start to move, she sighed, slumping back into the seat with her head thrown back.

"This is going to be interesting." The Bunny said deviously.