A mess of flowers. A twisted bouquet. Sinew and vines holding together her body. Flowers growing from where she has broken down. The sweet, overpowering smell of the marigolds, only marred by the smell of blood and sight of viscera. The golden flowers covering the g*re are tinged with red and pink, almost like they're taking her blood and flesh for nourishment. Those were her favorite flowers. The one she called her own. That was the flower she gave to her that day. Her love still grows. B̶̡̡̛̠̬͚̞̬̼̼̩̼͇̭̰͇̭̫̟̠̣̈́̓̈́̿̀̉̐̀̋l̵̦̹̜̯͎̺̤̩̩̰̖̇̄͒͗̎̏̈ͅõ̵̢̳̹̮̬̟͉̮o̸̢̰̮̖̬͖̤̱͉͔̞̝̣̽̂͑̆͗͜ͅͅm̵̧̡̡̢̗̪̲̞̣͇̯̜̜̹͓̗̟̙̪̺̏̌͑̏̿͛̈͆̈̚͝ͅi̵̱͌̈́͑̔̊ņ̶̢̣̺̼̥̱͚͙̓͆͝ͅģ̸̗͉̩̼͎̗̖̗̣̼̙̺̀ ̴̮̙̗͚̺͚̩̙͈̬͉̼̩͕̦̲̫̞̿a̶̰͍̘̖̪͙̣͇̞̝̱̗̘̜͇͈̿̄́̆̔͐̒͐̑̒͆̇͛́̈͋̓͊̏͘ͅn̷̠̖̤͕̙̭͖̯̩̙̯̳̰͔̘̟̻̪͉͔̎̎̑̋̏̌̈́̀̌̿͊̿̈̈́̊̀̕͜ͅͅd̶̡̨͕̳͓̖͚͐͆͌́̃̌̃͐̑̈́͒̀́̈́͋̀͝͝͝ ̶̛̛̼̹͓̝̖͚͉̺͓̫͕̥͔͈̣͖̾̅̓͌̇̆͗̄̉̊̑̌͛̈́̂͘̚ḡ̵͖̖r̷̺͍͔̤̲͍͚̔̾̽̈́̽́̌͌̈́̊̕o̶̼͚̱̟͔͚̳͕̹͂̍̌́̏̎͒̽̒̑͊́̎͜͝w̸̢̢̨̨̠̱̦͓̭̱̗͔̥̺̞̟͙̉̌́̎͒̓̐́̒͆̃̏͘͠ͅi̸̧̳̜̦̫̰͍͕͕͇̗͂͊̈́͆̆̃̒̀̃̆̒̕͜͠n̸̲͛͌̏͗͐͐͂̓͝͝͠g̷̢͚̺̥̬̳̚,̵̭̣̖͐̃͒̎̌͝ ̸̨̡̛̻͍̭̳̜̗͈̙̠̭͓̂̿̄͌̉̀̔̀́̀͑̓̈́͘̕A̸̧͇͎͇͇̞͓̺̭̳̱̟͓͇̲̤̓̈́͊̑̀͜͜L̵̢͚͈̭̯̙̱̹̽̆͂̾L̸͇̻͕̬̣̩̾̐̃̈́̀͒͌ ̶̧̧̡̩̫̝̝͖̮̪͇̟̠̳͚̩̤̤̜̘̼͊̾̓̊̽͆̒̀̀̄̅̃̿͋͑͝F̸͇͇̣͉͔̼̮̗̩͍͙͍̪̯̖̩̪̅͜ͅͅO̶̧̡̨̗̯̠̣̜̮̱̣̜̬̜͔̞̖̺̹̫̼̳̎̃͗́͗͑̈́͂̾̈́̈́̈́̔͘R̵̡̨͕̭͇̱͚̯͓̖̫͕̬̱̱͇̩̗͛̇̂̎̏̽̔̈́̄̾̈́͌̋́̾͆̓͠͝ͅ ̶̛̞̞̈́̃̎͠͝H̶̱̐̏̉̆̄̽͛̾̈́̋́́̉͒̐̚͝͝Ḙ̸̢̧̨͓͈̞͖̜̘̥̩͈̎R̶͚̣̝̹͕̠͆͛̉̌̀͛̂̀̉̽̀̒͆̒̂͊͂̾́̕̚̚͝.̷̢̢̨̛̝͕͖̥̱͔̥̤̲̩̞̝͙͖̲̦̳̪̘́͋͒̇̏̓͌̋͑̓͂͋̚͘͘͜
Ria's monster form
