Name: Lepus
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year
Species: Beagle puppy (originally a rabbit, so she retains some of her rabbit-like qualities)
Personality: Timid and paranoid, Lepus behaves very much like a rabbit. She flinches at the tiniest noise and tries to avoid conflict at all cost. She assumes that this is normal behavior and so she believes that she is actually calm and wise. Unfortunately, as a dog she is quite a fraidy-cat. She is also quick to assume when it comes to judgement of others. All in all, Lepus is very empathetic of smaller creatures and refuses to eat any meat unless it is already dead, and even then she only does this on occasion.
Pack/Clan: None
Bio:Lepus was once a domesticated rabbit named Cotton. She lived a peaceful life, never worrying about food or shelter. When it rained, she would always stay dry. When it was hot out, she could stay comfortably cool indoors with her owners. One day her owners took her into their car. She assumed they were taking her to the vet (they did that once and a while), and so she waited comfortably in her carrier. The next thing she knew, her owners had placed her on the ground in a forest, and walked away. They never turned back, and so she was alone. She tried adjusting to forest life, and she slowly gave in to her instincts as a rabbit. She couldn't gain months of survival skills in a week though, and so she was killed by a hunting dog. The dog didn't kill her mercifully though. She left the dying rabbit on the forest floor to die, as she went back mindlessly to her owner.
As Cotton lay dying, she begged and pleaded for a second chance. She wanted to live her life the way a rabbit was supposed to, in a field with her own kind. Before she shut her eyes, she saw a pale white figure slink up to her. Then she drowned in her darkness.
She awoke a few hours later, the taste of blood in her mouth. She tried to get up, but found her body to be much heavier than she remembered. Eyes drooping, she dragged herself to the scent of water to quench her unbearable thirst. After she drank, she lay down on her paws. That's when she realized something was off...
Her paws were much bigger than she remembered. As the fog cleared from her mind, she tried hopping towards the puddle to see herself. Only her hopping was clumsy and uncoordinated. She tried walked instead, one foot in front of the other, and found this easier. Then she saw that she had the face of the dog that had killed her.
Cotton, this is your second chance. Live the life you were ment to have, a domestic animal abandoned by it's owner, only this time, have a better chance of surviving. Last time the odds weren't in your favor, but this time...She looked around for the voice and only saw a pale white tail flick away into a tree overhead. She didn't want to go by the name Cotton anymore, not now that she had a new life. She thought of a new name for herself and, after overhearing two coyotes talking about a constellation of a hare being hunted (called Lepus), she decided.
Open For RP?: Yes! Either in-game or text.
