Your sweet smell of blood is like candy to my mouth, your damp fur brushed against my nuzzle and left nothing but stains of red smears on my fur. As I ripped through chunks of your small fragile lifeless body, making your neves slightly twitch as they had not yet died down. Your ghost like eyes looked into mine as I felt a hint of regret as I had stollen the life of a young soul full of nothing but light. But sadly Mother Nature must run her course for I am a predictor raised nothing but to kill, survive.
I'm sorry sweet little rabbit I was wrong u weren't safe with me.
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The Wolf & The Rabbit
Short StoryThis is a short story of a Ash black wolf and a crystal white snowy rabbit. Whose love never ends not even in death....
