Little hareâs fear of death isnât something that is constantâ-it works in short but paralyzing bursts.
Itâs something theyâve had for a very long time, probably roughly the time their brother went missing. It was so sudden and confusing to them as a child, and it made them realize just how unpredictable death is.
But becoming a mortician made it much worse. Not always, but sometimes, their connection to the deceased puts them into spirals that they struggle to crawl from. Perhaps theyâre working on someone in the prime years of their life, who simply dropped dead in the middle of their food shop from a heart or brain issue they didnât even know they had. Maybe someone who slipped away in their sleep.
Those deaths are so sudden that they barely leave any memories behind. Little hare touches their skin, and the memory that sits with the body is a short one. There one moment, simply gone the next. Little hareâs experience is just a sudden icy coldness paired with a gentle floaty feeling before they feel nothing anymore.
Over the years, itâs gotten better. Theyâve learned to distance themselves from each memory they tap into or every last moment they must live through. Sometimes itâs just little things that set off this grim reminder of the uncertain end.
Perhaps it is an intrusive thought while theyâre out wandering, or a fright from an animal in the woods. Maybe itâs hearing about someone elseâs close call.
Sun and Moon definitely donât help. Watching them pull a cadaver apart for easy access got to them so fast that they passed out and had a nasty fall.
It can be a small thing with them, too. It doesnât have to be a body or fresh kill. It doesnât have to be the reminder that cryptids can just snap due to hunger, and pinstripe demons are ruthless hunters.
It could easily be Moon trying to help them. Heâs noticed theyâre unwell or not quite themselves. He wants to get them some food and he hunts a rather large hare for them to eat. When little hare is presented with this prey, their given nickname swirls through their head and a thick cloud of darkness creeps in at the edges of their vision. That couldâve been them. That is them. Or at least, it will be.
Those big, cloudy eyes of the twisted and broken hare just reminds them of exactly wait awaits them down the road.
And worst of all, theyâre right :)
