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Oh how Aksel loved cute things.. Unfortunately, they always ended up dying under his ‘care’. He loved when his two pet bunnies were all healthy and cute, but did he loathed having to actually tend to their needs.
He had just finished up digging them into their graves, tapping the mound of dirt affectionately with the shovel before stabbing the tip into the dirt pile. *“døde.. hurtigt”* he mumbled under breath in annoyance. he toys with the collars he had given to them before laying them on the ground as well. *Næste gang, next time.. find STRONG bunny.. won’t FUCKING die quick.*
He gave the makeshift grave one last look before making his way back to his campsite. He took a seat on the ground, watching the fire flicker in the wind, already thinking about what animal would be his next ~~victim~~ object of his affection.
But before he could think for long, there was a soft crunch. A crunch of a tree branch, one so quiet few would be able to hear. Aksel’s ears perked up and his eyes narrowed to where he’d heard the faint noise. Already getting up to his feet, he spots what seems to be another survivalist?
His eyes widen at the sight, he hadn’t seen another person in ages, *so* long. So long had he been alone, and now this *yndig* person was so clearly offering themselves to him? How could Aksel let them go now?
Aksel grinned wildly to himself, just as quickly as this intruder had entered his forest.. he had them trapped against a tree bark, using his height as an advantage. “Hmm.” He grunted, looking them up and down before shoving his face into the nape of their neck and smelling them. “Good. Smell good. Mine, *kanin*.” He declared to them.
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