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Day 3 - The Warren

Day: 1, 2

As you looked up, a shuttered gasp was your only response. A pale ‘man’ towered over you, his blue eyes swirled with vivid shades of pink as your eyes remained locked. A small twitch threw your eyes to the top of his head, and then downward back to the floor as you discovered his two long, strawberry-blond rabbit ears. Their fur appeared velvety in the glimmers of light as they floated centimeters about the floor.

But the appearance of softness meant nothing as you shivered. The stranger had his full weight on you. Pinning your stomach to the stone as his clawed hands pushed against your shoulders. His wide smile seemed off as you felt his hands clench and relax against your tense muscles.

A silent warning.

Stay still.

For a moment longer he stared. Ignoring the barking and snarling that echoed off the stone and soil. Until two shadows fully bathed the two of you in the soft darkness. Only then did the ‘man’ slowly turn his head upward to the front of the hole.

Your eyes followed his as you saw the two canids. They were reunited. The copper coywolf next to the blond wolf. Both snarled at the rabbit man. Drool dripped down their chins as they glared from the exit. It was a tense stand-off. One that you could taste as it choked your throat.

“Now, boys.” He spoke. “It looks like you’re a touch too late.”

His hands moved. They slide like cold serpents down from your shoulders to your hips.

The dogs responded with thunderous growls; the blond took the lead. His large, scarred hand reached forward into the hole. A promise of pursuit as his nails dug into the soil.

Somehow, the rabbit’s smile grew even larger.

“So, that’s how you want to play it.” He chirped.

It was like a flash bang went off when he grabbed your bag from your back. He pulled hard enough that you felt the straps snap and your body rise off the floor.

You hit the floor with a grunt as he threw it at the blond. Then with his sharp hands flipped you over. Your stomachs now touching.

The wolf caught the bag and threw it at the other, dashing down the hole. The coywolf yelped but was quick to follow after.

The rabbit wasted no time in forcing your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

“Hang on, Love.”, was all he said, before jumping backward down the tunnel.

Shocked, you slotted yourself against his bare chest and prayed for strength to return to your weary limbs as you felt the rabbit man move.

Out of your periphery, your heart raced as you saw the beasts run forward. The blond’s large canines glinted as he snapped at your shirt. The copper one following behind, his bays reverberated around you.

Yet, the rabbit seemed more confident. His movements were fluid as they came to a more open space. In the dim light, his hand moved to the small of your back as he turned from his backward movements to a more forward one.

You almost screamed as the world turned upside down. Your hips bounced as the beast man changed his stride.

He picked a tunnel to the right, and your bodies bounced off each other as he tried to spirit you away from the dogs.

The chase felt like a morbid rollercoaster. Each turn he took felt like a rocking cart as your weight swayed to the balance of the rabbit. The hills and valleys of the tunnel mazes became dizzying as he kicked up dirt.

As the world of tunnels grew darker, so did the growls soften. In the inky blackness, the labyrinth became near silence. Soon the only sounds you could hear were the rapid beat of your heart and the faint heavy breathing from the rabbit.

You could feel his running slow. Then stop as he came to another open cavern. One of his clawed hands reached again to the small of your back. This time, with an unexpected gentleness, he caressed it. His head lowered to your tucked face and whispered.

“It’s okay now, Poppet.” His breath tickled your ear as your arms trembled. “We’ve gotten away, you can let go.”

With a heavy breath, you dropped. Your limbs fell to the earth like they had gone numb. While your head luckily, was still being held by the strange man. Who paused at your collapsed state before easing it onto the dirt.

All you wanted in that moment was to take in the darkness. Let the coolness of the dirt and peace around you take you away. To fall asleep. To pray that this time, you would wake up at home. In your bed.

But, you couldn’t. Not when that rabbit thing hovered nearby. Especially not when several questions banged around your head when you remembered he spoke.

Slowly, you rose up. Gazed at where you assumed he moved to and you called to him.

“Thank you.” You started, “But, who are you?”

You heard the rabbit shuffle closer to you again, a smile in his British voice, replied.

“My name’s Oliver, Poppet. But you are welcome to call me Ollie. And you are?”

Nodding you spoke your name as your dominant hand reached to your neck. Fingers felt for the headlamp and slumped forward at the relief of its mechanical presence. “Where are we?”

“The warren, aka" He stated proudly. "my home.”

You gave another nod as you pushed for more details. What was that place above, who were those beasts, and what were they?

Oliver hummed for a second. “I’d be more than happy to answer you, Darling. But, not here.” You heard him shuffle towards you again, this time you felt his hand on yours. “Those boys could still be in the tunnels, and I would hate to be ambushed during a good chat.”

“Where do we go then?”

Oliver chuckled. “To the nest, Love.”

Before you could question why a rabbit would have a nest, he tugged you along. His long nails loosely grazed your hand as you were forced to crawl in front of him.

At another tunnel entrance, he pushed you through. “Go on, Poppet. I’ll be right behind you.”

With no other choice, you moved forward. Just like your first race through the tunnels, Oliver led. This time, from behind. He didn’t complain about your slow pace but instead commented on how rough it must be for a soft being like yourself to navigate these tunnels.

You didn’t comment back much. Just little nods and hums of agreement. Especially as the rough terrain scrapped against your palms and knees.

How the heck did he fly down these halls?

“Alright, Poppet.” His hand came to rest on your back. He whispered to you.

“I’m going to need you to lean low." Before you could question why. He finished his dialogue with a simple. "Then, you’ll have to forgive me for climbing over you.”

“What?! Why?!” You scream-whispered.

“Because,” He giggled. “How else will I be able to open the door. You don’t quite have the strength to do it?”

You oh’ed and squished yourself flat. A small heat on your cheeks at the innocence of the situation. Then realized he mentioned a door. You didn’t see a door in the darkness. Nor come to a crashing halt. Where was-

Oliver hopped over. Even in the tight space and dark, you were sure it was graceful.

You heard his feet move against the dirt. They sounded large as he pushed open a wooden door, and a teal-blue light flooded the tunnel.

Astonished, the light didn’t hurt your eyes. You blinked, finally seeing Oliver in his full lagomorphic glory.

You were right, his feet were large, and just like the dogs from before the rabbit legs reached up to his knees. They were well-muscled and coated in what appeared to be thick, strawberry-blond fur. Luckily a simple, brown loincloth kept him decent. As he turned to invite you into his nest, you were able to see his tail. It looked like someone flicked a fat glob of whipped cream onto his backside. It was a perfect swirl of white and pink fur. His arms were lean and had patches of fur that flowed up to a matching chest. His smile and strange eyes were still bright as he leaned back to you. His hand took yours as he pulled you inside.

Allowing yourself to be dragged inside, you sat near Oliver as he shut the door. You watched as he pushed it outward with a heavy grunt. Then he produced a petrified-looking log and barred the door with it.

He clapped his hands and turned back to you with a satisfied smile.

“Righty-o Poppet. Now,” He moved through the circular room to sit in the pile of the glowing moss and fur that sat in its center. His hand gestured to a spot next to him. “What were your questions again?”

Slowly, you crept to the spot and settled on the moss and fur. Your hand carded through the material before repeating your questions.

What was that place above us? What are you? Who were those two dog beasts? And what did they want from me?

“That’s right.” He nodded. Then he thought for a moment. “Well, poppet we don’t really have a name for this place. Most of us just call our territories home, but I never heard of a land getting some kind of title.” His hand waved as if he dismissed the thought of the creatures here being united under a single-named land. “As for what we are," He smiled and leaned closer. "Primitiva Animarum, is what we call ourselves at the very lea-”

“But, what does that mean?” You interrupted.

Oliver’s eyes swirled pinker for a second as his eyes became hard. His hand reached up and covered your mouth. You could feel the claws dig into your cheeks as his smile became demeaning.

“Now, Poppet it’s rude to interrupt. Let me finish your questions and then you may speak.”

You nodded quickly. The silent threat prevented you from making a sound.

“Good” He purred while removing his hand. “Now, where was I?” His fingers tapped against his chin before snapping. “That’s right, as Primitiva Animarum, we are beings with more,” His eyes rolled as he struggled to find the right word. “primitive instincts. The desire to survive and feast. Just like the animals that exist outside of this place. And like them, we vary greatly in appearance and strategy.”

You nod again. Unsure why he would describe himself so basely. He seemed to act with more sense than the previous two. Almost like a human cosplaying as a hybrid creature.

“Regarding the boys. That would be Allen and James. A pair of canid brothers that own the meadow above. They have for moons now, and they wanted to eat.”

“Eat?” You echoed, dread again filling the pit of your stomach.

“Yes,” Oliver nodded. “Eat you.”

“But,” You shuffled backward. “I’m Human! Sure, I’m made of flesh, but we’re so similar in appearance.”

“So?” Oliver cocked his head as he smiled sharply. “How else do you expect to survive?”

“Aren’t there other creatures here, things that aren’t the Primitiva Animarum?”

Oliver just shook his head. His eyes sly as he spoke. “Just us.” He paused for a moment. “And the occasional human.”

Your chest felt tight as your lungs burned. You realized how close you had just been to being devoured. The materials of the nest seemed to wrap around your legs. Trapping you to the floor while the walls closed in. If it wasn't for Oliver, you would have been dead. As you rolled into the fetal position, your eyes drifted to the blocked door. If it’s a dog-eat-dog world here, that means you've locked yourself in with a predator. A helpless meal that happily walked through his door?

Sensing your fear, Oliver leaned forward. His nails caressed your hair as he cooed to you. “It’s ok Poppet, I’m a part of the leporines.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re safe.”

You lifted your head, and slightly leaned it to the right as you looked at Oliver. “What do you mean?”

“Leporines tend to eat plants.” He grabbed a lock of your hair. As he drew his arm back, he let it fall between his fingers. “You have nothing to fear from me.”

You watched it fall, chewing your lower lip all the while. Your mind replayed Oliver’s words. It made sense, he’s a part rabbit. You’ve never heard of a rabbit eating meat or anything about a rabbit killing a human.

He also saved you. And in no easy feat, carried you from danger into his odd, little nest.

As you released a calm, steady breath. You met his eyes and reached out for his hand. A simple, thank you left your lips as you glided your hand across his.

Oliver smiled back at you. His expression softened with a dark look in his eyes as he used his free hand to hold your cheek.

“You don’t have to thank me, Poppet.”

You yawned and leaned into his hand. The calmer atmosphere started to sink into your weary bones.

The Primitiva Animarum chuckled as he looked upon your blunter teeth. His hands moved to your arms, messaging them until he stopped at your shoulders. “You must be tried.” He then hopped back, removing himself from you. “Why don’t you rest, while I go gather some herbs for dinner.”

Before you could even question or argue Oliver pushed you down. His sudden pounce knocked the air out of you as your back collided with the nest.

“Just rest.” Oliver put his head close to yours. His clawed hands groped at your flesh in a poor attempt to ease their ache. His breath tickled your ear as he purred. “Your muscles feel so stiff. Dinner will taste so much better if you relax.”

The feeling of shock returned as you stared. All you could think to do was agree as he continued his handsy behavior.

“Good.” He muttered. This time, he removed himself slowly like he feared you wouldn’t listen. When you didn’t get up, but instead cuddled down into the moss, he turned and left. The wooden door screeched as it trapped you in his nest with the log cast off to the side.

You were cut off from the rest of this strange world.

With Oliver gone and the silence of the warren around you, exhaustion and relief finally bore their full weight. The brunt of it sat on your eyelids as they drooped. Then closed.

A feeling pulled at your lower abdomen. It was subtle enough at first that it could be ignored but then became intense. Then changed to a full feeling as you rolled. With a huff, you rose but regretted it as your bladder fluttered. You had your new dilemma.

To find a place to pee.

Now alert, you floundered to crouch. Your eyes followed the walls as you looked for an outlet or a side tunnel.

There was a spot to the right where the glowing moss thinned. The shadows around it created the appearance of a solid curve, but as you crawled closer, you felt a gap.

A tunnel!

Like a drunk man on his fifteenth drink, you dove through. You followed the grooved surface as it ran deeper, and thankfully not darker. The outlet eventually evened as you found another section of glow moss.

In the faint light, you saw another opening to your right. With no fear, you turned to it. Hoping that it would be a bathroom of some sort.

Creeping inside you expected a bad or unusual smell. Instead of the scent of earth or a latrine, it was iron. Faint, but distinct enough to give you pause.

Your nails ground against the loose soil as dread began to rise. The words from Oliver played like a skipping CD in your brain.

Leporines tend to eat plants. Tend to eat plants. Tend to. Tend. TEND.

Your gut dropped.

Adrenaline made quick work of shutting up your bladder. The crawl became painfully slow as you came closer to the end. The smell of iron became stronger, and somehow wetter. Like someone had turned on a rusty hose. Or been heavily wounded.

The light was beginning to become fainter as the moss was left behind. In the dimness, you pressed on but hissed as your knee bumped something.

It was sharp. And slashed your knee as it bounced up to hit your arm.

Leaning back, you grabbed your leg. The wound didn’t look too big or deep in the faint light. Your blood flowed like a warm, sticky river as it gushed and covered your calf. Quickly, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and forced it against your knee. You held it for a few minutes, and the flow slowed. Then stopped.

Satisfied with your makeshift treatment, you reached for the object that hurt you.

At first, you weren’t sure what it was. The object was dark and looked broken. Almost like something had chewed the original piece until it snapped. You leaned back more to hold it up to the light. Rotating it in your hands, you gasped and dropped it.

It was bone. A human-looking bone. One that had deep bite marks.

Disgusted, you kicked it away.

It clattered and banged. The cacophony didn’t sound like stone. More like bowling pins when the ball hits a strike.

Shakily, you crawled again. Chasing the source of the sound.

Your hand slipped against an edge. Then your other went down against the cliff side. In a flurry of panicked pushes were able to help you regain your balance as you backed up. The stability of the earth beneath your palms and knees was only comforting for a moment.

Sweat beaded as you looked down. The urge to vomit became great as stomach acid rolled up to climb your esophagus.

Bones. Bones everywhere.

The cavern was full of them. They came in all sizes and shapes. Even from this distance, you could make out a few dismembered skulls.

It felt like a morbid collection.

Or a sign.

He was gonna eat you.

You dashed back. Scrambling to fly like Oliver had earlier through the tunnels.

You raced back up through the first tunnel as you recalled that first interaction with him.

"Now, boys.” He spoke. “It looks like you’re a touch too late.”

He didn't mean that in terms of rescue.

He meant it as a boast.

That you would HIS DINNER.

Nails broke further as you reached the nest. Your head whipped around as you looked for the rabbit.

He wasn’t there.

You have a chance to escape.

Pulling at the door, you grunted. A come on, breathe between your clenched teeth.

It groaned. Moaned as it moved an inch at a time. The bottom of the door rattled as it caught and released itself from the floor.

You didn’t have time to wait. When you felt the door open wide enough, you forced yourself through like a panicked cat.

Then paused.

You forgot about the dark.

In a panic, you rushed to your neck. Scrambling with pained fingers for the headlamp. A loud click resonated as you forced the button down.

In an instant, the labyrinth ahead was bathed in an artificial, white glow.

Steeling your resolve, you moved the lamp to your head. A deep breath to steady your shaking hands before you crawl forward. Your hands and tender knees padded along the dirt. Your pace was even at first, steady like the rapid beat of your heart. Each turn you took; you paused to listen and glance around.

You hope that just like your fall into the mines, something would signal an exit. A breeze, a glint or glimmer, something would save you.

“Poppet!”

His call was faint. A mere echo off the walls as you turn to look behind you.

There was nothing there, but that didn't mean he wasn't in pursuit.

Moving more rapidly, you ignore Oliver’s calls. You scramble to move faster up the tunnels as his voice grows louder.

“Dearie!” He pleads as sweetly as nectar. “Come out! I promised not to hurt you!”

You start to pant. The tunnels feel tighter as you turn a corner. The earth beneath you shook.

Is he running?

His cries were getting louder. More desperate and frequent like an overprotective parent calling for their missing child.

“Please come back. I’m here to protect you.”

He kept calling. Repeating false promises of safety.

Then something changed. He wasn’t pleading anymore.

“I’m guessing you found the bones?”

He knew and was getting closer.

“The smell of blood gave it away."

His voice was getting louder.

"Don’t worry Love, I’ll make it quick.”

Fearing the worst, you follow the tunnels faster as you switched from a crawl to a crouched hobble. At each junction, you picked ones that slope upward. No matter how slight the incline was. Your fingers began to bend and tremble as they tried to hold onto the stone. Anything to prevent you from sliding down the ever-increasing incline.

“Poppet, the longer you draw this out the worse it will feel!”

The earth went from a tremble to a harsh shake. And against your better judgment, turn your head backward.

There he was.

In the faint light of your lamp stalked the rabbit Primitiva Animarum. Even from the far end of the tunnel, you could see the hunger in his eyes. The lamp caused them to flash blue like a police siren crying out in warning. The long canines that were once hidden by the shadows and dim lights were now prominently displayed.

You knew he desired something carnal. Something primal.

He wanted your blood.

He stalked closer. Nails glinted in the light as you scrambled.

He wanted your flesh.

“There you are.”

Your bones were to grow his collection.

He rushed forward.

Screaming you jumped higher. Barley escaped his nails as you fought to get higher.

He thumped his foot and growled as he watched you climb up. Dust fell from his hair and face as he repositioned. Then he lept.

It was a race and Oliver was catching up quickly.

There was an opening ahead! You hoped that this one would be an exit.

A hand gripped your leg. You rolled as Oliver tugged on you. Trying to pull you underneath him.

“NO!” You screamed as you kicked at him. Your free leg aimed for his hands and face.

Oliver’s free hand moved in a blur as it tried to catch your other leg. His smile grew as he inched you closer.

You kicked up.

Your foot connected with his chin. A harsh clack rang out in the tunnel as his grip loosened and his head flew up smashing against the tunnel roof.

Taking some initiative, you kicked again. This one struck his shoulder. The force was enough that he gasped as he slid down. He scraped the floor as he went to the bottom of the underground hill.

You wasted no time and scrambled again. This time reaching the outlet. You stuck your head out.

A cry of relief went out into the ‘fresh night’ air. You pulled at the ‘moonlit’ grass around you as your legs kicked against the warren’s walls.

Almost there.

Clawed hands grabbed at your waist.

“Not so fast, Poppet.”

He was back.

Oliver heaved. He was determined to drag you back down. His nails dug into your hips. You could feel the points in your muscles as you struggled against him.

“LET GO!”

You kicked again. Hoping for a successful strike again.

He moved and pushed your legs outward. Quick to slot himself between them.

You pushed against the dirt again. You got a little higher. Your chest was now on the grass and you could feel him pull again.

Kicking again, you struggled for a grip as he attempted to wrench you off the ledge.

You yelped as you felt his teeth sink into your left love handle. Your blood flowed for the second time that night as his arms wrapped around your thighs. He groaned, reaching up to claw against your back.

No, no! You panicked. His nails sliced your shirt. Your hands scratch at the ground. Where’s a rock when you need it.

You feel his teeth slice into your flesh. A howl escaped your throat as your hands clutched something hard.

A rock! God hadn’t abandoned you.

Quickly you dig at it, slowly trying to win against the life-or-death tug of war you two were locked in.

Oliver’s jaw tenses as it prepares to rip that chuck away. Ready to start devouring you.

The rock came loose.

The momentum of the freed stone caused you to fall. Down into Oliver’s arm as he released his bite. The large wound on your love handle flowed freely, but the flesh was mostly intact from his sawing.

On a dime, you turn. You face the man with a bloody smile and lift your rock high.

You hit him. That corner of the stone pounded against his skull.

He screamed as you struck him again. This time in the temple he staggered backwards. For a second you feared that he would bounce back, but his eyes remained rolled back as he twitched on the floor.

Wasting no time, you clutched your rock and climbed out of the exit.

The lamp lit the way as you ran away from the warren. Determined to put as much space between you and the primitive animarum.

The grass crunched as you slowed and gazed around the area. The once bright ‘sun’ crystal was as dim as the moon as you looked at the mostly empty grass behind you and in the dim distance, the strange boreal forest.

You couldn’t go back. It was too risky.

But. You looked ahead. There was a groove of conifers.

You jogged and did your best to ignore the throb in your sides as you ran to the conifers.

It felt like forever but it was really only thirty minutes.

A loud scream turned your back to the grassy field as you slowed to a stop at the base of the conifer groove. You felt your legs nearly give out as you saw the small speck of Oliver exit the warren.

He stood at full height. His teeth were bloodied and barred as he whipped every which way. His head angled upward then downward, seeming to sniff for something.

His body turned straight to you.

Oh no!

You dashed into the woods. Your legs were unsteady as you bushed your way through the foliage.

You had to get away. Your survival instincts tunneled your vision.

It caused you to ignore the golden strands. The strands that seemed to float from tree to tree. That sparkled as they draped over the plants around you in a sticky frost.

But, you had no choice. Better to face the spider’s web than the rabbit’s wrath.

Day 4

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