Name:
Macy
Personality:
Macy is a small, caring young bunny with a large heart. Her dainty appearance mirrors her shy, humble self. But occasionally she will be bold and leading, if given a fair chance. But usually she is just a quiet rabbit, with her opinions deep within. How she has always wished to be brave and strong, like so many others. To be bold and daring, able to say her opinions loud for all to hear. But for now she is alone, trapped in her small world that no one would understand, or dare step into. Maybe, someday, her dream will come true, but for now, she blends in with the crowd, and stays quiet forever more......
A little story:
So quiet, so small, I was very easy to get along with. When I was born, to the time I was allowed to interact with others, I never spoke. I just can't. Words build up inside me until the point I want to shout them out. But I can't. I just can't.
My name is Macy. I'm a young rabbit, without a voice, and so fragile. This is my story. The story of me, when I decided to talk for the first time. When I discovered my voice, and when I raised it out of another.
I have always loved exploring, especially meeting other rabbits. But of course, no one has ever heard me before, which makes it hard to meet someone. So usually I stick to the more secretive paths. Today, I snuck down the cliff, past the place of my flower. A little while ago, I had found a secret pathway to use, so I would not meet anyone on my way to find the best food. I slowly climbed back up on the small incline, until I reached the bit of grass plain shrouded by holly bushes. Usually I kept going but not today.
There, in the middle of the holly bushes, lay a very young bunny, just out of her flower. She was alone, and wide awake. I could see the horrible fear in her eyes. She was a rose bunny, trembling in fear as she watched me with big eyes.
Now I was given a hard decision. Leave the lonely bunny, or try to coax her. I chose neither.
"H-hello," I whispered, my voice flowing like the sweet honey sound of my mother's voice. I crept closer, trying not to scare her. "My name is May-cy," I carefully sound out the words my mother has been begging me too. "Why are you all, alone?"
The little rabbit shook her head, showing she could not speak. I knew I could let her live life without her opinions, let her be another me. But I couldn't let her do that. I couldn't let her torture stretch on forever as mine almost did.
