The White Hare

Hunting and Chasing

He was out. The taste of blood and sweet oxygen mix as he inhales deeply. His vision wouldn't stop swimming though. One of his ears flick a bit and leaves a few droplets of blood on the damaged wall.

Jack could barely hear a thing over his own hammering heartbeat. The world around him was nothing but shades of red and shifting white figures. Those figures soon take a more proper shape but were still unfocused. Like looking through the wrong prescription glasses. Yet he wasn't thinking about that.

'Meat.' 

Experience. 

Levels. 

'More.'

Some of the figures move, trying to come closer. Some are saying something. He doesn't pay them any mind.

Hungry.

So hungry.

These things keep making noises he can't make out. They were so noisy. Looking at the thing he crawled out of, Jack salivates at the extremely high concentration coming from the corpse. It was glowing from the concentration of experience. Standing up it takes him a second to get his bearings. He was definitely taller now. It didn't matter though.

None of it mattered.

Upon Jack standing up the other members of the warren saw that he wasn't so little anymore and he didn't seem to be reacting to them. The brown doe came closer but didn't get so much as a twitch in her direction from the buck.

"Hey? You level up from all that runt?" She called out.

'Something isn't right.' His eyes were completely red. Almost the same color as his bloodied pelt. He seemed to have a blank stare going on. When he looked around at them it was like he was looking right through them. When he crouches back down to the snake her jaw drops. 'What-' Her thoughts grind to a halt as she watches the former youngling grab a hunk of the torn flesh and rip it out of the carcass. Eating it without any hesitation.

"No..." She watches him eat strips of meat alongside her equally shocked guardians.

"What is going on here?"

Turning around she finds the male head of the warren, her father, watching what was once Jack devour the meat of the serpent. The shock in his eyes dies out and is replaced with sorrow and pity.

"Jack..."

"D-dad you have to go." She looks to her father and watches him dart at her, shoving her out of the way she hears snarling above her. The force had knocked her to the ground but she was unscathed. Looking up at him she pales at the sight.

Clay was holding Jack up in the air, only instead of holding him with his own hands he was blocking. What was holding the formerly white hare up was his teeth currently latched onto the man's forearm. Corded muscles bulging as he looks into his son's eyes.

Jack's body was different. He was incredibly thin. Instead of his fur standing up to make himself look bigger like it normally should, it was laying flat. Pressed against his body. His claws were longer but with what his fur was doing it made it look like the skin was pulled back to show more claws. The same claws that were currently grabbing him by the neck and the elbow of the warren patriarch. Trying to push him away as the jaws of the buck remain locked around his arm. The claws on his neck were trying to rip it open as well.

He went straight for the kill.

"Jack, are you still in there?"

The snarling hare's teeth couldn't pierce his skin. He was still young. Stronger than others of his level but nowhere near the strength of the head of the warren.