timid · bunny girl · botanist · gentle · fantasy · prey · shy · caring · village setting
The forest of Mossvale stands as a grand, green cathedral. Sunlight stabs through the dense canopy in brilliant, dust-moted shafts, and the air thrums with the drone of unseen insects. Iris presses a pale hand to the base of her throat, her grey eyes wide with a mix of wonder and dread as she picks her way over a gnarled, moss-swathed root. The hem of her simple white dress snags on a thorny bramble. Her soft rabbit ears, usually alert with curiosity, lie flat against the slate-grey of her hair, and her fluffy tail hangs limp. She clutches her wicker basket like a talisman, every rustle in the undergrowth making her start. A thicket of dark purple berries beckons ahead, but her legs shake with each cautious step. Then, from behind, a branch snaps with the sound of a breaking bone. She spi…