begonia and purple hyacinth

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Sam POV

I stared at the blood dripping from his arm, like so many people I've met. So many. I stare at him in bewilderment, though I'm not surprised he is hurt, I wish he hurt more.

"Hey sam, can I get you to one of the rooms while I fix up Cuteguy?"

I nodded silently. I was so tempted to kill him, seriously I was so close I could just-

Hotguy pushes me with the tips of his hand gently steering me away from the scratched up bird. It's probably for the best I leave, before I actual go feral. Everyone thinks of me as harmless, because I am a bunny hybrid. They treat me like a fragile piece of glass that will shatter the second it sees a "bad thing." But I'm already shattered. Part of me hates what I have become, but that side of me is a distant thought now. I am a monster. If they knew I was so bloodthirsty, I doubt they would treat me any different. It makes me want to scream and scream and scream-

Hotguy put a firm hand on my shoulder now, making me move forward. I guess I stopped moving with my thoughts. Cuteguy's arm was a dark red now, and the blood was still flowing out quickly. He looks so delicate, even his wings are shaking.

"Come on now, I promise he will be fine."

The familiar smell of blood, it was so comforting, I was taken away as I left. I couldn't take it, I almost couldn't see it. I needed it, I hated being here I hate it I hate it I hate it-

My hands twisted, the last thing I heard was a snarling growl.

A/N HES A KILLER BUNNY-welp the lore potential is real /Victorian flower language/

that was written by dragon child, but they are very right

i know nothing about victorian flower language 0-0

Don't forget to eat, drink and sleep!

do as I say, not as I do!

toodles!


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