Chapter III
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Watership Down or Wolf's Rain. DO YOU REALIZE HOW RICH I WOULD BE?! 'Nyway, I don't own the book or the anime series.
Marlizorn couldn't believe it... He had only talked to Fiver yesterday. How could he.. No! He isn't! He can't be!Tears came to the young rabbit's eyes. "Fi-ver..." He shook his head. "Not true!" He yelled at his sister.
Silfinle' felt her brother's pain. She tried to lick his face as a sign of grief. He pulled away from her. "I know it's hard... But..."
He shook his head violently. "NO! You don't!" He ran out of the burrow and hopped past all of the other rabbits. (Who gave him a wide birth anyway.) As they saw him running through they whispered to each other. "He's the cursed one.", "Fiver was always around him.", "He probably cursed the daft fool." But Marlizorn didn't hear them. He isn't dead. It's just a trick everyone is playing on me. Like the time Inthlay said the seagull likes it when I chewed on his tail feathers.He ran on and it seemed like he ran the entire warren before he reached Fiver's burrow. There he was, laying in the furred nest he had made for himself long ago. Marli hopped over to his mentor and nudged his head. It dropped, limp. The dark kit felt a lump come in his throat. He was dead. Marlizorn backed up, he slowly walked out of the burrow, and the warren. All of the rabbits continued to poke fun at the young rabbit. "You killed him didn't you?" "He was your only friend." "You should leave; you've only been a plague on your family and warren." Marlizorn heard nothing except the last statement. They are right. I should leave.He ran out to the outdoors. He looked out from the hills. To the north was a forest, dense enough that he would be lost to anyone. And no one would be able to be cursed by him.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Watership Down or Wolf's Rain. DO YOU REALIZE HOW RICH I WOULD BE?! 'Nyway, I don't own the book or the anime series.
Marlizorn couldn't believe it... He had only talked to Fiver yesterday. How could he.. No! He isn't! He can't be!Tears came to the young rabbit's eyes. "Fi-ver..." He shook his head. "Not true!" He yelled at his sister.
Silfinle' felt her brother's pain. She tried to lick his face as a sign of grief. He pulled away from her. "I know it's hard... But..."
He shook his head violently. "NO! You don't!" He ran out of the burrow and hopped past all of the other rabbits. (Who gave him a wide birth anyway.) As they saw him running through they whispered to each other. "He's the cursed one.", "Fiver was always around him.", "He probably cursed the daft fool." But Marlizorn didn't hear them. He isn't dead. It's just a trick everyone is playing on me. Like the time Inthlay said the seagull likes it when I chewed on his tail feathers.He ran on and it seemed like he ran the entire warren before he reached Fiver's burrow. There he was, laying in the furred nest he had made for himself long ago. Marli hopped over to his mentor and nudged his head. It dropped, limp. The dark kit felt a lump come in his throat. He was dead. Marlizorn backed up, he slowly walked out of the burrow, and the warren. All of the rabbits continued to poke fun at the young rabbit. "You killed him didn't you?" "He was your only friend." "You should leave; you've only been a plague on your family and warren." Marlizorn heard nothing except the last statement. They are right. I should leave.He ran out to the outdoors. He looked out from the hills. To the north was a forest, dense enough that he would be lost to anyone. And no one would be able to be cursed by him.