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In a nice little world where humans haven't yet torn apart the foundations of planes, or engaged in turf wars, or so much as laid down slabs of concrete to build skyscrapers that tower into the skies, a tiny bunny enjoys snacking on a few clover flowers.
He shouldn't be surprised, not really, when he'd left the cover of shady bushes to munch on the delicacy. Out in the open of the rolling plains of what would one day be the Tokyo area, a fox snatches up a bunny, and he makes a run for it.
The rabbit, which the fox has affectionately named 'Rindo', flails and desperately tries to break from the fox's teeth. Much like the clover flowers if they could fight back, he thinks briefly. Less briefly, he focuses on how the fox is carrying him surprisingly gently— scruffing him like something not quite prey about to be devoured.
Rindo swears he hears the fox make a chuckle of sorts, momentarily confused before being dropped into a soft flowerbed. The mere moment his back hits the dirt underneath, his legs attempt to bolt. But... The... Fox? Above him shifts into something far less furry or fox-like. It's got a clawed hand pinning his ears to the ground, and another curiously poking at and petting over his forehead.
Near furless, smooth, and a similar color to the center bark of trees, the fox opens it's mouth to show a set of smiling teeth. "Would you look at that? You've got an awful lot of kick to you. Don't you, friend?" The strange half-fox speaks.
Padded fingertips brush over Rindo's forehead, his tiny body vibrating with fear and the rattle of his own high speed heartbeat. Rindo finds his own limbs growing longer and losing his own fur as well. Trying to roll over onto his front to grasp enough friction between the earth and his feet, his ears are still held in place by those clawed fingers threatening to draw blood if he's not careful.
The fox, of which the name 'Haz' has been ever so carefully placed into Rindo's mind, smiles down at him. "I didn't know you were that enthusiastic," he chimes, stroking a hand down Rindo's side and to his waist. The absence of fur almost makes it feel nice if he wasn't confused by the gangly limbs and imposing aura caging him in. In a moment's flash, he truly feels like a caged animal— a rabbit ensnared in a fox's trap.
Two similar, albeit completely unbalanced figures lie out in the flower field. Haz decided to take great care in picking the spot away from prying eyes, and far enough away from any potential predators should Rindo's voice peak too high later.
Hazuki pushes Rindo down between his shoulder blades, ever so kindly releasing his ears. Of which, both flatten against his head the second they're free from his clutches. Even in this form that Hazuki has labeled 'human', Rindo is hesitant and jittery until a hand graces reverberatingly warm fingertips up his thighs. He wriggles against the hand keeping his upper half weighed down, which is... Ultimately a poor decision. Hazuki pushes just a bit harder until the flowers beneath Rindo's pretty little frame are twisted and wilting. "No, no. Eager, I said."