Habits

Ravana’s heart thudded in her chest, not with fear but with twisted exhilaration as she stared at the bear towering before her. Its deep growl rumbled through her bones, but all she felt was a wicked curiosity. The creature’s dark eyes were filled with primal, beastly threat, but to her, they were just another test – a game. A sly grin curled her lips as she tasted the tension in the air, her mind racing with thoughts of how flesh might tear, how warm blood would feel between her teeth. The risk only excited her; it wasn’t survival on her mind – she wanted to see it suffer. Wanted to see if she would suffer. Would it tear her limb from limb? Would its teeth pierce her, cleave her in two? Her jaws snapped, her youthful muscles spasming as she circled it slowly, the bear huffing and puffing; trying to decide if she was worth the effort to eat.

"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"