Stone Circle rabbit heart

her body is torn, broken. there are no words, or suitable metaphor, to aptly describe the pain, the anguish. she'd only ever known kindness, and through some fortune of the universe, or perhaps her own actions, the true harshness of this world, of life, had been hidden from her. 

and so the wolfdog can only endure, as skin and flesh is rent, tendons torn, things ripped away and turned to darkness. she can only endure, and run, until she is as far beyond this place as she can go. 

last from me! feel free to pp the chase/archive/continue <3