✧༺ Aloha ༻ ✧ ✧༺ So- I may have gone a little itty-bit overboard with some of it- I kind think it would be best to have a TW for the backstory- As for the art- Well, you can tell I had too much fun messing with the hair in the digital art lol I really enjoyed drawing her! ༻ ✧ ✧༺ ART ༻ ✧ So! I did the sketches first, very basic stuff, the necklace is a gift from her father, I thought it'd be something interesting to add, though she doesn't wear it, she just kinda hangs onto it. The back of her shirt I let sway down the back, I thought it would be kind interesting, and we don't see the back of the character anyway so I thought I'd be okay! ( Hope that it is- ) ✧༺ Name: Lark ༻ ✧ ✧༺ Title/nickname: Elf-Creature of the Seul Bog Woods ༻ ✧ ✧༺ Gender: Female ༻ ✧ ✧༺ Likes: Music, meat, and crafts. ༻ ✧ ✧༺ Personality: Unstable, curious, & thoughtful. ༻ ✧ ✧༺ Story: ༻ ✧ ( Warning- It's long ) Lark was once the most beautiful swamp elf, daughter of the Swamp elf chieftain. Her singing was said to be enchanting. Her home was a peaceful closed off village, no Elf had even met a human nor other Elf-kind before. They often celebrated and once a year would make offerings to Life, their God in which they worshiped and praised. However, one day, Lark discovered a stranger among the moist green swamps, a strange old lady, her ear’s pointed like an elf’s, and yet, no tail nor horns on her body. Her nose long and her hat long and pointed. Lark met the stranger with cheer and curiosity. The strange lady said she sold strange oddity’s and goods, in exchange for other money, or other goods. The strange lady suggested she’d take a look, and she discovered a strange half skull mask, The strange lady suggested she put it on, Lark not noticing the grinning expression the lady was making. She put it on, exited and eager, Strangely, all went dark, even the eye that the mask did not cover, she felt.. cold.. it was ages until her body began to warm to the warmth of the swamps. Only to awaken, not the same as before. For one, she was in her village, and her village was.. I’ll just say with crimson. Her horns were now gone, and her tail a strange boney tail. She felt panic rise as everyone she knew, her parents, her friends, even a He-Elf she’d liked quite a lot… they were all.. Returning, to the dust, where they once came from. She retreated in a complete panic, her heart beating like a racing drum. She remembered the mask and tried to take it off, only to learn, it was now glued to her face. She heard a croak of laughter, from in front of her. It was the orange lady, why was she laughing? This filled her with a rage unlike anything she’d seen, she lunged for the old lady, catching her off guard, and without meaning to sliced her now sharp finger-tips. They lady, her cloths now dyed crimson let out a final cackle, before croaking, something about her task being complete, and how… how it had been to easy.. If were this easy.. than the other elf swamp villages would be. Before disappearing. Not gone, no, she would be back.. Years and years past by, Lark now lived as a creature of the now titled forbidden swamp village. She properly laid to rest all those who lived there. Now alone, and filled with a constant, animal-like instinct in which she loathed. She wasn’t, fully alone though, the fairy’s saw her, and befriended her. But she did not speak fairy-tongue. So still, she never would hear that of an Elf-tongue, she tried to learn Fairy-tongue, but it was one of the most complicated languages she’d ever heard. And without a teacher who knew both tongues, it would be impossible to properly learn. However, other than hunting, and seeking revenge on the strange cackling lady she had not much else to do, Elf’s lived very long lives, longer than man did. However, it all changed when she met the strangest person she'd ever met, his body see mingling made of plants, and yet also his clothes. His face was concealed by a Venus-flytrap hood that bared fangs of sorts. He was sitting on a gnarled mangrove root that stuck out of the muddy waters. Lark eyed him for a bit, and impressively, he spotted her, though it did take him a good few minutes before he did. He called her out, and so, she leaped down. Lark noticed how his voice had this, odd echo like sound to it, well, that was the best way she could describe it at least. He fumbled with his words at first, though as Lark interrogated, he gained his footing, and now was the one feeling less sure of herself. She'd feared hurting others by accident, and he seemed not aware of her title. Yet, he didn't seem to recognize it, he didn't even seem to be from around here, and yet he seemed to know the area quite well for a newcomer. Eventually, he left, with the excuse that someone was calling his name, and he retreated into the mangrove swamps. Nevertheless, that wasn't the last she'd see of him.
Art By: @UnderGen19 Design By & DTA Host: @Dragonrift BIG THANK YOU FOR HOSTING!!! Songs: The Moss, Bluebird of Misfortune ( By Toby Fox from Deltarune ) PS: The backstory would've continued if I hadn't run out of text space lol #DTA #ENTRY #RIB #Bone #Girl #Fairy #Elf #Swamp #Art #Backstory #Digital #Traditional #Long #Mask #Curse
