Prologue

The sliver of the moon barely illuminated the bare field that once served as a valiant and rich woods, teaming with wild life, but now barely served as a place for deer to graze on the dying flakey gr*censored*.  Paws softly tip-toed on the ground, not even making enough sound for the deer, two does and a buck, to look up from where they tried to nibble on the gr*censored* without pricking their nose.  The shape was dark, for the night concealed the face and figure of the body.  It took a few steps forward again, pausing and twitching its ears in unison with the deer that where able to sense the presence of evil, and in a flash of white tails they fled into the thick woods that had even less light as the empty field, the trees forming a barrier against the moonlight, as if trying to protect the small animals who huddled in their niches and burrows; ignoring the sounds of howling wolves and praying that they couldn’t dig far enough to reach them as they slept.

The shape watched until the deer fully escaped into the thick brush, its eyes mad and unblinking.  It slowly neared the center of the field; the moon glinted off the clinking dog tags it wore pompously.  The muscle shape of the creature signaled the fact that it was male.  When he finally got to the exact center of the field, the species of the creature finally was apparent.  A rabbit, the bloodied and tattered creature was a mere rabbit.  Though the thought of a rabbit having an evil consciousness seems silly and quite impetuous, it was hard to disregard the fact that he was, indeed, a rabbit.