Unborn

A white rabbit, sensing, fleeing, evading its fate. What would it look forward to?
Perhaps warmth, and comfort as it will sooner or later lie in its own blood.

A black wolf, smelling, chasing, hunting its prey. Its eyes are fixed on the only being that could still its hunger.

There is no mercy for those who were born weak, as there is none for those who are doomed to bow to the natural cycle of their instinctive violence.

"I am not kind, and I will kill you, Emrys."

Her piercing red eyes hovered above his black ones. The sharp canine teeth began grazing the side of his ivory neck, hesitating, wanting.

"I can hear your pulse, liar."

A dark whisper hushing over her ear, barely noticable. The smell of hatred, and a faint heartbeat daring to trespass it.

"Cyrhas, they will hunt us down, both of us."

A government that has defiled and mutated human DNA for centuries is now powerless over its own subjects. Who is cursed with the natural default of humanity; and who has become their natural predator?