Trying to work out of the funk I'm in, friend was wanting to design a rabbit so I jumped on the bandwagon, I love me some bunny.

She has no name, has double delap, shes looking kinda rexy.
But shes part of deaths warren and enjoys deaths company over many lifetimes and reincarnations, as such her soul is a little mutated, choosing death over and over without a karmic need.
Death likes bunnies, they are fragile but full of life, they live on the edge and they give you soft little kisses.

She also spent a few lifetimes as a human and so is reflected in her form, the emotions werent as powerful as a bunnies but the depression dragged on in an endless hell, she didnt quite understand deaths love until she had suffered through a few lifetimes.

Over so many lifetimes her soul would be able to manifest physically to the lower dimension and so appears as a small white doe. In a strange void-like karmic equilibrium she finds pleasure in hunting her hunters and wearing their skin and dancing under the full moon. Her appetite for blood is not driven by anything even though she maintains a higher consciousness, its there but its also not there, it exists in a vacuum but nothing exists in a vacuum kinda way.

If you see a white red eyed doe, be sure to quiet our footprints and hush your breathing.

I think, shes like depression, when you aggressively feel nothing you end up an oxymoron because you live dead, she is the void but filled with suffering...