Abbey_Bunny

Meet Abbey.

Looks delicious, doesn't she? In fact, she's a predator's dream come true: Soft, scrumptious curves, packed under a thin layer of snow-white fur. Long, sensitive rabbit ears guaranteed to hear every predatory taunt, every lip-smack, and every eager gurgle (even when she pulls them down against her head). And a cute little bunny nose to scrunch and quiver adorably when predator-breath washes over her helpless face.

Being the naive, dopey little fuzz-head that she is, Abbey is only dimly aware what a truly tempting target she makes to a predator. But make no mistake, she is aware, and deep, ancestral lapine instincts keep her constantly on edge. She's trepidatious of strangers,anxious with acquaintances, overly-reliant on friends and family. Only when alone can she manage a kind of blissful obliviousness, only occasionaly punctuated with bouts of anxiety.

Still, for all her fretting, her life so far has been rather idyllic. She spends as much time as she can nestled in relative safety in her cosy underground burrow, surrounded by fellow bunnies who, she's confident, know best. Sometimes, somebody goes missing. Occasionally, she hears cruel muttered comments from her warren-mates suggesting that it's only a matter of time before she meets a similar fate, comments worm their way into her sensitive ears then slither down her back as cold shivers, before settling into her tail as hours of nervous twitches.

So far, she's been fortunate enough to avoid such horridness. But it's high time her luck ran out, don't you think?
 
Roleplay Preferences (Click here for explanation)

As Prey

Being PredBeing Prey Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Soft Vore Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Fatality Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Unwilling Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Male Partner Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Female Partner Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Fur Partner Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Whisper Always/Love
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Never/Dislike
Fox preds Always/Love
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Never/Dislike Nothing can get this cute bunny's nose quivering and knees knocking like a sly, hungry grin on an orange muzzle