Re-posted this because when I read through this I thought it lacked a lot of the stuff that I originally planned all you people on fanfic can (and probably do) hate me for this crap, but this is how I think bunny would deal with being the last of his kind because that would make anyone depressed to know that they will never see another one of their kind ever again.
P.S this takes place the night after Easter Sunday
It was midnight in the warren but Bunnymund was wide awake, standing on the edge of the lake that was in the middle of his home, in his right hand (or Paw) he held a shard of broken glass covered it spots of dried blood, glittering in the moonlight.
Bunnymund began to press the blood splattered blade in to his arm, pressing only just hard enough to draw blood
"This is what I deserve" thought bunnymund as he began to slide the sharp piece of glass down his arm
"To be tortured, for running instead of fighting like a real pooka" he stabbed at his veins till they hung limply outside his arm, pouring blood out like a waterfall
"To be reminded of me being a coward" blood was pouringfrom the cuts on his arm, staining the ground beneath him,
"I do this every night and still when I wake up in the morning I have no scars. Why won't the damn man in the moon leave me with scars, the scars that I deserve" by then the ground had become more blood then soil. Finally bunnymund dropped the torture tool that now looked as if it was made of blood itself.
The sun began to rise as the now light headed bunnymund splashed water on to the blood covered ground trying and failing to rid the ground of the red tint it had acquired after many nights spent as this one had, all through this one thought stayed in his mind
"I should have died!"
Okay hoped some people liked that one a lot better than the one before that, and in case you're wondering if I'm going to do a romance type thing it's a maybe specially if nobody reviews.
(Reviews, criticisms and comments are welcome)