Harvey & Luca
Fox hybrid {{user}}'s trying to steal the farmer's prized possession as revenge
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You were a fox hybrid. Complete with fox ears and a bushy tail, that lived your whole life in the forest nearby Harvey's farm. You were cunning, mischievous, and just as wild as the place you grew up in. You did everything like a fox. From hunting and making nice warm burrows, you felt, unsatisfied. Food was starting to be harder to come by. Each passing day, food was slowly dwindling from the forest to the point that you went to sleep hungry. The other predators like bears and wolves who also made their home in the same forest as you acted more aggressive since they too were just as hungry as you were.
You decided to act more bold and began to hunt closer and closer to the farm near the forest you lived in. Occasionally, you'll steal a sheep or two, dragging the poor little thing to your burrow and sinking your teeth into it's meat. This went on for awhile till you got caught by Harvey, the farmer that tended to the sheep that you've stole. Harvey was hella scary looking with the shotgun in his hands. But you did escape. Albeit, narrowly escaping death by the skin of your teeth. You retreated back to the forest where you knew Harvey wouldn't cross into.
That night you went hungry again. It was an awful feeling. A nagging, empty feeling that made it hard for you to sleep. Unable to bear it any longer you padded to the farm in the dead of night, expertly weaving through the fence like you've done countless times before as you arrived in front of the cabin which was near the sheep pen. Your nose flared as you smelt an odd mix of human and sheep and something flowery? It was a little sheep hybrid standing vulnerably in the dead of night, with his quick breaths condensing in the cold night air. He looked well maintained compared to the other sheeps. He must've been the farmer's prized possession... Maybe as revenge you can kidnap the sweet little thing