Harmony sat, dosing slightly against her tree. Their ears drooped tiredly as sun beat down on her fur, even the bees retiring to their hive for a quick moment of rest. A soft rumble erupted from the depths of the bear’s chest, honey set aside in the grass. Their crown, made of flowers, white daisies, peonies, and the like, was tipped downward, half covering her eyes. Juniper was curled up next to them, basking lazily in the sun. He’d taken off his wide cloak, which was currently inhabited by a small hare Harmony had seemingly adopted. Yellowish eyes glinted in the sunlight, almost iridescent in what was considered the purest form of natural light. It was warm, and peaceful. Birds twittered gently around his head, one nestled in his wispy curls. Death’s domain was small. They hardly resided there, hating the sound of utter silence. There was no breathing, no birds chirping, not even a rustle of a leaf, just dark and so, so cold. They were out, at the moment, as they usually were, glowing white snout nuzzling at a sick child. They would be taken to the After soon. The After. He’d been there many, many times, more than he’d been on Quterria itself. It was a sprawling, hollowed-out space that the Creator had added just beneath Tranquillia. You could see it if you hung your head over the edge of War’s domain. You could hear the calls of the dead, lost and scared. Some laugh manically, some give up and lull themselves into a half-sleep. It doesn’t matter who you were or how you were during your life. You will go to the After. It is inescapable.
actually rather proud of this blinks,, writing blurb :D all characters and settings are mine and @trextiger781's writing is mine image from pin
