DTA- Jenova || DTAE

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I did it. I kinda spedran this one, taking a total of 1:51 hours to complete. Anywho, backstory/lore time ig: Jenova. She/Her. or They/It. Jenova was a rather beautiful girl, with soft, dark pink curls, and a round, delicate face. Everyone loved her. From her extravagant curls to her ever so rosy soft cheeks. She was on top of the world. The center of all the attention. And Jenova took this gift for granted, oh yes she did. Whenever she’d roam the busy streets of her town, Jenova was sure to catch all the people’s attention. She’d do a wonderful twirl, a sneaky little wink, and a bright, yet snobby smile. Then Jenova would head over to the flower shop and purchase some for herself, always a the same vibrant pink carnations that poured all of its beauty into her. Jenova was beautiful. So beautiful in fact, that she could get away with everything. She could do everything. Jenova being the snobby little charm she is, she took that for granted. The beautiful girl was walking toward a heavily decorated forest., despite her parents and friends’ wishes. Their voices echoed through her mind. “Don’t go there! It’s dangerous Jenova honey!” “You’d be foolish to take the grim path there. You’ve heard the legends. One comes in, and no one comes out.” Jenova sighed exasperatedly and pushed the thought out of her mind. From one ear to another. She really wanted to see what lies deep in the thickets of the forest. It nagged at her painfully, like a thorny bush of elegant roses. Of course, Jenova knew about the legend. And how demons and imps might lie about in he heavily wooded area. She knew that it’d be dangerous to veer off into the distance. But this beautiful girl did anyway. As she stepped closer to the tall grass, people called out to her. But she didn’t listen. Jenova simply turned and pouted, scaring her fellow villagers who just wanted to help. Perfect. Without another moment of hesitation, Jenova ran off into the woods, giggling to herself as she explored the forbidden territory. ———————— It’s been years since poor Jenova disappeared. The villagers report that they can still hear her screaming pitifully from the shadows. Whatever it was, it had taken over the young girl’s body, rotting it from the very inside. Jenova was no longer elegant, or beautiful. It was a hideous dark figure still maintaining whatever was left of its host’s body as it rots away to the shadows… giggling and picking vibrant pink carnations in the still midnight air. (Sorry, kinda rushed it at the end)