'Don't do it' said the Rabbit.
His voice was so soft. I saw fright and despair in his eyes. He used to have clean fur and now, he was lying in the mud... and I was standing over him.
It was too late to stop at that point.
I'm a Wolf. With my sharp claws and fangs, I was a king in the forest. Everyone was afraid of me. They obey me. When I passed through, the animals bow and pave the way for me. But I wasn't a tyrant. I was just keeping the order in our home.
White fur was my hallmark. Anyone could see me from far away. I've lived a good life. I've had a lot of friends, a family who loved me, everything I needed. A boring routined filled my life but I was willing to bear it as long as my reputation lasted.
Then came a day, when the whole thing changed. He appeared to destroy me. It didn't take much time for him, to become recognizable. The Rabbit moved to our forest. He wasn't dangerous, especially for me. But there was one thing, for which I hated him. His fur was snow-white. I heard a voice saying that it's better than mine. I became jealous. That was the day when my hair started to become to be dirty.
It was maybe a week after I met him. Rays of the sun shined through the leaves high above us. And his fur sparkled as it was made out of tiny diamonds. I could feel my anger boiling, my hair standing on my skin filled with rage. I stood steadily on all four legs and rooted my claws into soft soil. A soft growl left my body, as I felt myself losing control. And the Rabbit knew what was going on, as a prey instinct dictated him; his body was ready as well. I rushed to chase after him.
'Nobody can be better than me' I repeated to myself.
Our race lasted long hours, maybe days. I followed him through the woods, next we ran into a glade. The sky clouded and rain started to pour on us, the wind was getting strong. The Rabbit slipped on the mud and overturned. That was my chance.
'Why do you do this' my victim whispered to me. But there was no reasonable cause. It was just an impulse.
'I need to be the best' I replied with greed in my eyes.
And... I ate him. Slowly. Starting with his sweet dreams, then savouring salty suffering. He seemed to be tasty, but after everything, this disgusting flavour stayed with me forever.
Now, I can't go back to the forest. My fur became brown, full of mud, leaves and dust. I can't show myself to others like that. So I was forced to wander around this word. But my title of the king needs to be forgotten. The crimson colour of crime, I committed that day, will never wash off.
