End of Innocence

Her lovely gown of leaves were ripped to nothing covered in her own blood-sap, herself wounded and vulnerable. The plant child was still high on instinctive fear even as she came to a stop and fell to her knees safe from the area of the crime. She huffed and puffed, but as her instinct simmered down, realization of her injuries returned. She stared at her clothing of leaves as they sat scattered on the ground. Her body was wrapped in sticky crimson; her very back ripped and mangled beyond recovery from being wrapped in the barbed wire. She was bare, and she was no longer beautiful.

She sat in agony. The pain was so intense, that she could not even scream… All she could do was silently whine as tears washed down her soft wooden face, washing away the bloodstains in their wake. What remained of Iris' innocence and courage was torn down and left scattered. She was to never be the same again; forever a scarred monster.



Iris after receiving her back scars. Drawn freehanded in ink pen, shaded with pencil.
I am sorry, this was NOT supposed to be as intense as this turned out! However, the moment Iris was scarred was not a tame moment.
I was also a bit upset when I drew this, I'll be honest. Surely I'll have something happier to post later.



Iris belongs to me.