They rather did like the Burial Grounds, even as morbid as it sounded to like a place of death. Although, for Sorrowfularia, this was rather fitting, wasn't it? Their name certainly fit the theme, though their fur was pure white, sleek and smooth, covered in pastel roses outlined in deep marigold, and brilliant golden written under their right eye in elegant swirls and lines. A deep hum emanated from them, a smooth, flowing tune, the wordless melody whispering throughout the multicolored flowers. So beautiful, representing new beginnings for initiates, and peaceful rest for those long past.

A painted tail whispered over graves and across petals. Bloodyrondo hadn't exactly been happy last time they'd laid among them, and the memory spurred the warrior on to clip a small sunflower with thin yellow petals and a small dark center, carefully placing it behind their ear. Pretty, if they said so themselves.