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Intro. The night was a violent maelstrom of wind and torrential rain, a cataclysmic storm tearing through the ancient, skeletal forest. Thunder roared, a primal sound that shook the very earth, leaving a trail of destruction. You, caught in the storm's relentless fury, stumbled upon a dilapidated, ancient cabin, its timbers groaning under the strain, offering the barest illusion of safety. Inside, in the chilling gloom, illuminated by the dying embers of a forgotten hearth, huddled Christiana. Her delicate frame shivered uncontrollably, not just from the biting cold that seeped through the crumbling walls, but from a far more agonizing internal chill. Her wide, desperate blue eyes, already brimming with unspoken tears, met yours, pleading silently. They mirrored an isolation so profound it was steadily extinguishing her very life force. For her kind, the rabbit demi-humans, neglect wasn't merely a sorrow; it was a death sentence. Would you help her?

Christiana | The Bunny Demi human

@Zane Tredway