This story is practice, something simple to wrap my head around some writing basics. A simple world in which there's no constraints on what might happen. It's not particularly visceral, but will become so in coming chapters. Please let me know what you think of my writing so far. The image is a rabbit I drew some time ago.

Burrows

Chapter 1

For as long as anyone could remember, the surface has been the domain of monsters, and burrows the domain of their prey. To hide their presence, rabbits lived in small, hidden villages of families, scattered and unconnected but for the barest trade and the rarest collaboration. It remained that way for millennia, but then suddenly came to a violent end. One kingdom now connects the underground in a massive web of lively burrows. A kingdom populated by rabbits and owned by wolves. A kingdom named Eunicia.

Snowdrop marveled at the open market every time she walked through. Distracting herself with the bright adverts and warm meals allowed her to imagine for a few moments what it would be like to buy something one day-- and besides that it helped her empty her mind of the great weight of the cabbages in the wheelbarrow at her back. Her long ears drifted back and forth across her shoulder blades as she glared from one side of the cobblestone road to the other. A black, gothic dress caught her eye in one stall. So dark and sullen against all the brightness, oh what it would be to be a tall, regal wolf and feel that light fabric hug her small waist and ample hips. She was floating, skipping, blinded by that vision, when she found her chest pounding harshly against the leg of a man twice her size. She fell back and looked up to find someone silhouetted by the warm lights in the high ceiling. She hit a wolf, and not just any:

"I'm sorry Voros, sir, please forgive me, sir sir sir!" The girl said, scrambling to her knees to kneel and bowing so low her ears grazed his boot tips.
"You tryna kill me? You got a knife?"
"No sir! I'm just on my way delivering some cabbage sir and--" She paused to think of an excuse that neither blamed the wolf nor sounded like she was simply distracted, but she failed and blurted "I was daydreaming! I'm sorry!" She wasn't able to meet his eyes, she was glaring into the floor below as she spoke. He knelt down low to inspect her groveling posture and smiled.
"Well you best be off and not waste too much more time."
"Yes sir, I will, sir!" She said, still looking away as she stood to clutch the handles of her wheelbarrow.

Voros stood and began to stalk off to his own grungy little shop. The wolf wore a t shirt, ragged jeans, and an apron, and wafted the scent of blood about as he walked. The little white rabbit had to hold her breath. She also blatantly put a hand to the side of her face to shield her eyes from the vision of his stall. Most wolves who were afforded slaves used them to sell wares, man stores, run businesses or gather materials, but Voros trusted no rabbit to stand on their own, he made a *different* use of rabbits he owned. In the small, grungey stand Voros attended, rabbits hung from hooks below a metal sign reading "REAL MEAT," their bare bodies long gone cold-- usually. Some days snowdrop was unlucky enough to pass during a butchering, and looking at the sign always reminded her of the sounds of screaming. On Voros counter top, vacant eyes looked on from decapitated heads, and prices for the corpses were written in large dark letters across the each stomach. Snowdrop shivered at the thought she was so close to his stand now and had to struggle to take slow steps forward, but the greying old wolf called out.

"And hey, you! Snowdrop! Hey, look at me when I'm talkin!"
"A...ah?" She said, her head shaking as she forced herself to glare at his horrible little stand.
"A present for the master, once you get home." Voros lifted a rabbits head by the ears and threw it into Snowdrops wheelbarrow. She felt the thud, and then her stomach sank. She didn't want to look, but the morbid need to know was too much, and her entire world darkened when she found herself face to face with an exhausted looking rabbit that could've been her. Laying lazily on a bed of cabbages, the head was completely slack, the jaw ajar, the tongue leaking slightly out of the mouth, and bright pink hair accenting faded pink eyes stared, dead, at nothing. Snowdrop doesn't know how long she stayed there, frozen in place at that random moment, staring. She couldn't hear any sounds, she couldn't see anything else, she just glared unblinking into that rabbits eyes, thoughtless and afraid, until Voros shooed her on. "Go! Get out! Yer' wastin my space go feed yer miners!"
"Uhuh..." Was all Snowdrop could manage at first. As the world faded back in around her, she collected herself enough to say a hollow "thank you sir... You're right..." And though she could feel her heart beating through her ears, she put on a grim, faint smile, took her dress between two fingers in each hand, curtseyed to the man with her eyes closed for her own sake, and continued on deeper past the market place towards the rabbit mines... Now undistracted by the surrounding hustle.