Fedlum K

 In the tall tall trees of Avalon, strolled a man, only half the size of other men. Only until now, has Fedlum K, been able to prove his worthiness. 

Fedlum K, yes the son of the Mighty K, the very same K who fought dragons, defeated corrupt Emperors, even killed a dark wizard; Yes, that K, who grew up an orphan, who never knew compassion, though he gave it. He was loving and kind, strong and fearless. “Dwarf!” they would say. And Mighty K would respond with one swing of his battle axe. 

Yes Fedlum K loved his father, but the one thing his human mother would say to be K’s worst trait…he never stayed home. 

He had a need, that Mighty K. A need in his blood and bones. A need shared and passed down to his son, his only son. 

Fedlum K only knew his father for the first six years of his life, because when the need to venture came, he went. He went to the snowy mountains of Core, and was never seen again. So Fedlum K grew up without his father. Learned the trade of blacksmith from his grandfather, forged his own axe, grew into manhood, and became a natural warrior.

…A sound rustled behind a thorned bush. Fedlum K stopped. He scanned the trees, the bushes. It was almost claustrophobic the way the trees leaned in. Hoisting his axe from his back, he listens closely as the sound elevates. Finally he spun to a bush from the east. It was a small rabbit, hopping out through the short grass. A cute little guy, with red eyes, white fur, and a long tail 

Fedlum K’s eyebrow popped. The rodent twitches its nose, and morphs in a painful resetting of bone structure. It formed a long growling snout, curled back lips, revealing thick white teeth. Small arms elongate, with huge wide hands.

Fedlum K’s eyes increased roundly past his red bearded face as the creature stood a whole foot above him. A powerful swing - ribs crunch, and Its body hits loudly and limp.

“That will teach you to mess with me.” he gloated. “I’m Fedlum K!”

He pulled off a large leaf with his beefy hand, wiping clean his blade. He bellowed a joyous laugh.

Fedlum K’s smile then hid back in his furry face. Before him now stood several more red eyed rabbits. They all morphed and split off into two large groups. Down the middle walked a hairless and horrendous monstrosity. She sniffed, and followed the scent to her dead newborn.

Nuzzles him with her long drooling snout, but to her discomfort, there is no response. No more playing, no feeding, no baby. 

And beside him stood Fedlum K. No longer smiling, no longer brave, no longer on the ground, but in the air, between her teeth, mushed and sporked, and swallowed.