Talk:Wererabbit/@comment-25086543-20150112210115/@comment-25995440-20150220060520

The rabbit looked at me helplessly. I looked away from the man and attempted to grin as if to say 'It's alright.' but judging from the wererabbit's tears, it didn't work. I struggled, flailed, bit, and clawed with all my might, but to no avail. The man yanked my mane and soon had me in the head lock position. His muscular arms tightened around my neck; they reeked of dried blood and other gruesome things. "Like I said kitten. Die nice and quiet like the good little pet you are."

I winced. I hated being called a pet. I gathered up all my leftover strength and roared. My 'dying' roar came out louder than expected. The entire barn shook and screaming of the rabbits and skinners alike sounded like a band of loud shrill flutes.