You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Ravana crouched low in the forest clearing, her caramel fur shimmering with her markings of lavender as the sunlight filtered through the canopy above. It was spring now, not winter in which she was born. Her wide, curious eyes, bright and rich in color like lilacs, sparkled with a spark of mischief and dark intrigue. Before her lay a lifeless rabbit, its body limp and still, recently caught in the snare of fate and Ravana's growing ruthlessness.

The young girl studied the rabbit with a fascination that bordered on the macabre, her sharp-witted mind eager to dissect and understand the mysteries of life and death. She tilted her head, examining the delicate creature from different angles, her growing dagger teeth glinting ominously as she smiled a coy, almost wicked grin.

“Little one, littler than me.” She murmured, her voice a soft whisper, more to herself than to the rabbit. “Now you are mine to explore.”

Ravana's nimble paws moved with surprising precision for one so young, parting the rabbit's fur to reveal the pale skin beneath. A slice she had already made with a blade stolen from her mother, Absinth. She pressed gently at first, feeling the texture, the resistance, the slight give. Her fascination deepened as she traced her claws along the rabbit's belly, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

With a deliberate, almost ceremonial motion, she used the knife in her jaws and made a small incision, her breath catching in excitement as she saw the crimson life force that had once animated the rabbit. She watched, enraptured, as the blood welled up, her sharp mind noting the color, the consistency, the way it pooled and trickled down.

“This is your life, right?” She whispered, her voice taking on a reverent tone. “Look at how it flows.”

Her curiosity was boundless, her young mind racing with thoughts of anatomy, of the fragile thread that tied life to this world. She probed deeper, parting flesh and fur, uncovering the secrets hidden within. Her fascination with the rabbit's heart was particularly intense; she stared at the organ with wide eyes, her nose twitching as she sniffed the metallic scent of blood.

Ravana's experiment was not one of mere cruelty; it was a quest for understanding, a dark and twisted form of education all her own.

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