Once was a rabbit born into a family of stags. It never truly did fit in. While they bashed their antlers and took dominance over one another, it sought a different life. So it left. It met another rabbit and they settled down. To his horror, one of the children was not exactly a stag but not exactly a rabbit either. A jackalope. I'm sure you know of the rabbits with horns. The jackalope's fathers raised him as a rabbit, denying he had any ties to the stags. Until one day.. The jackalope saw a stag for the first time. Their horns alike, he asked about it. Clueless and oblivious. The stag informed him of his father's old life before he had decided to leave the family. Told him of how strong the stags were, how majestic, how... powerful. But the young jackalope didn't understand why someone would throw that all away. Why someone would ever- ever want to give that up. So, he took his siblings and a few other young rabbits and squirrels and fled to the woods. He had tried to make a life for them there in hopes of regaining his form as a stag, in hopes of returning honor to his bloodline. His father understood not. And neither did the stags, who took the rabbits and squirrels back to their families. The jackalope was lost, abandoned by anyone he was ever loyal to. He hopped the woods, searching for.. anything. Anyone. And his prayers had been answered in the form of a wolf with horns. It too had antlers, yet was not a stag. It talked to him, listening to his woes.. and explaining there was a group of other creatures much like them. A group with antlers that were not stags. And so, finding somewhere he finally belonged... he took the opportunity. You see, Humpty Dumpty was never that bright, sitting on a wall while being so fragile. Little Red Riding Hood failed to see the threat right in front of her face that was drooling at the thought of consuming her. Jack was known to be careless and fell down, but perhaps Jill pushed him and broke his crown. Two of The Three Pigs became bacon because they looked for an easy way out. Hansel and Grettle fell to desperation and fear. The Jackalope? Well... he fell to the manipulation of a wolf in sheeps clothing. Or rather, a wolf in a deerskin hat. Legends tell of the flames that swallowed the five kingdoms when the Jackalope snapped. When the Jackalope finally broke after finding out about how he was being used so cruelly for months. Even the wolf and his pack feared what the Jackalope could do. When the flames died out, the jackalope had gotten his wish. He was now a stag. But.. not in a way he had expected to be. His body was composed of twisting roots and vines, eyes of glowing white voids. He found himself feared by the bugs who were once his closest friends. Feared by the wolves, who had taken him in. Feared by his bloodline, who had brought him into this world. It's then that he realized how cruel the world could be. That dreams were born to die. That everything is to be lose-lose.
