•Mad Feet• IP: 216.38.187.32 Posted on October 19, 2009 at 06:59:00 PM by Susie
A place of refuge. This was what the white rabbit needed, though her life has been unadventurous since her run-in with the hungry young wolf. Susie had shown that canine a thing or two.
Susie wandered the bank. She nibbled on whatever plant she came across, rubbed her chin on the sea rocks, and took a break to flick the sand out of her paws. Her pink eyes showed a bored contempt, unusual for a rabbit. Being domesticated, her instincts had worn away from years of selective breeding. This left Susie with a unique trait: she feared nothing. This fearlessness was what bored her. During her time in the mountain, she found the challenge of survival entertaining, most of the time. Susie wanted to prove to all creatures of her invisibility, and, though a foolish goal, to possibly one day kill a wolf.
There was a flat rock in the sand bank. Susie climbed on top of it and laid down. Her eyes closed, but her long ears remained alert and never stopped rotating.
