Just something I did in school :P. It's a JackRabbit, of sorts. In all actuality, it's HydeXJokul xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or it's characters. I also don't own Hyde or Jokul, they belong to Pooka-Curse on Tumblr. More info and pictures of Hyde and Jokul can be found there ;3

I've been granted permission to use Hyde and Jokul as characters, just saying :3

Mine

"Pain, pain, go away, come again another day" Echo, echo, echo. His voice echoed throughout the dark woods. Echoes were so pretty.

Screams, screams echo too. "Yes, yes, screams echo, echo. Pretty little things aren't they?" Frostbitten toes stepped on pure white snow.

Not ours, not ours! Not our snow! Tainted, tainted, broken little toys.

"Toys, toys? 'Splode. Break. Crack. Smash!" Cackles filled the cold, night air.

Remember old Guardian? Toy maker made toys.

Toys, toys, toys!

"Yes, remember? Toymaker... Santa?"

Yes, yes. Tried to take what's ours, ours, didn't he?

Tried to trap him, keep him, help him!

"Help him? No, no. I fixed him. Fixed him, fixed him, fixed him!"

Has Toymaker taken what's ours?

Has he? Has he? Ours, ours, ours!

"No, no, no! Mine, mine, mine!"

Where is he?

Has he abandoned you?

Blackened fingers gripped even blacker hair as wild eyes darted about. "Where? No, no, no, no! Hyde. Hyde? Hyde?!" A growl echoed throughout the forest, deep and dangerous.

Echo, echo!

Strong arms, rippling with muscles and covered with black fur, wrapped around a bone thin waist, cackles of insanity escaping the trembling figure. His arms were strapped to his shoulders, crossed over his chest and kept there by the straps and buckles on his jacket.

Look at that! He's here. He strapped you up like a mental case didn't he?

You're a mental case, you're a mental case! Strait jacket, strait jacket, strait jacket!

"Shut up! Hyde, Hyde, Hyde... Mine, mine, mine. Right?"A growl, dark and reassuring, met his questioning mumbles. His curled up body was completely encircled by rippling muscles, dark fur and comforting growls.

Gently rocked, gently rocked.

His crazed eyes, a bright blue, met unseeing white almost immediately, he relaxed. His body slumped forward tiredly, forehead against Hyde's strong chest, breathing so shallow he seemed dead.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine. My little mate, my little Jokul."

His voice may be rough with misuse, his claws, deadly and sharp, may be ripping into Jokul's jacket, little droplets of blood appearing, and his eyes may be an unseeing white. But, Jokul never felt safer than with his beloved Hyde. Not even the never ending murmurs around him could touch the impenetrable bubble of safeness Hyde seemed to surround them in.

So... Yeah. In this little drabble series I'll be doing, Jack, or more like Jokul, hears two voices. One more coherent than the other xP

Hope you liked it!

HerHiddenSecret~~~