They say her ghost haunts the tower, that evil girl. It was all casual whisper among peasants, nothing more. They always wanted something to scare them, something to get them riled up and angry. Something to give their empty lives excitement. Did you hear, the guardian gargoyle is possessed! Bickerings of old hags. What would they know about anything? Did you hear, did you hear, did you hear! Mocking wasn't nice, but it made her feel better, if she could remember how to feel.

She shifted in her resting spot, heavy rock tail dragging gently side to side. Her body was heavy, as it's always been. As long as she could remember, she had been solid rock. Pausing on that thought, How long can I remember? She couldn't blink, her purple gemstone eyes glinted red as she slowly came back to life, heavy joints clinking and pulling together. A dusty yawn escaped, and she turned her marble head toward tower's opening, where she could hear them.

The people speaking her old name, moving with human bodies of flesh and bone. Of life and of blood. Of voices, of meaning. Gathering for casual conversation with each other like sacks of dust they are, telling their ghost stories and gossiping about their neighbors. What is today's meaning of life?

Name: Jenovia
Nickname: Jenny
Gender: Genderless, uses female pronouns.
Age: Ageless, mindset permanently of a young girl.
Species: Marble Gargoyle
Neopaint: UC darigan
Occupation: -
Significant other: -

Build: 5 feet at shoulders, canine-like form.
Eyes: Two, rare oval-cut amethysts, implemented at the time of the gargoyle's creation.
Hair: -

Appearance: Jenovia is a large, grey marble gargoyle, with lighter grey adornments in her ears, paw pads, claws, wing claws, and the ridges on her back. From her neck and halfway down her tail, there's plates of the same light grey. At the end of her tail is a large arrow-shaped chunk of marble with sharpened edges. Her ears are long and pointing up, with a comical curl back at the end. Her body's surface is smooth, a flawless show of the careful craftsman's skill when he carved her, with the occasional spots where the weather over the years eroded her.

The most notable feature is likely her two, large gems, her eyes. They are said to reflect red when the light hits them in a certain way. They were introduced into the king's court many ages ago, the gargoyle Jenovia inhabits carved to house them.

Personality: Jenovia is a shy, hesitant being. Despite her frightening form and years of it, she is still very much the odd little girl she was, often talking to herself and being very weary of people. She remains very ignorant and passive about her situation, as if nothing has changed.

While she does not have many friends, or visitors for that matter up in her tower due to her highly skittish nature, she's been known to think kindly of the younger citizens of the town below her, notably Cavalharo. Her soft side for the boy demonstrate her everlasting youth, as she's more comfortable around 'fellow children' than adults.

Random Facts:
- Her wings are absolutely useless when it comes to flight, as she is far too heavy.
- She has killed many jewel thieves over the years, most notably by hurling them from her tower, earning her the 'haunted' reputation.
- Before she inhabited him, the gargoyle was highly regarded as the guardian of the royal family.
- She is filed as a 'missing person'.
- She traded the lives of both her parents to become a gargoyle.
- During the day, the sunlight paralyzes her, and so she can only move around at night.

She stood quietly on the edge, watching the stars, watching the night life and enjoying the cool air. A girl of 8, flowers and hearts in her mind, skin like snow and eyes as calm as the clouds. She was waiting for something, anything. Often, the thought crept into her mind, how much meaning does life have?

They always said and they always thought, little girls shouldn't be thinking like that. The idea of prince charming, colorful hairclips and candy never appealed. The only thing she found interesting these days was beyond the tea and dresses of her day-to-day life in luxury. She wanted out, out and about. She wanted to visit places she wasn't allowed to visit, lured by the temptation of rebellion.

As nobility, she often visited the other humans who lived their lives lavishly. It seemed to be custom to bask in each other's inflated egos. The king was a good friend of her father, her mother was a woman of distinct class and integrity, but she often complained about the impoverished and dirty. Who is she to complain? She doesn't try help them! It's not as if the girl disliked her parents, oh no, she enjoyed them. They provided, and it was almost as if she was obligated to enjoy. I guess, there was nothing to ever complain about, but she did find herself amused whenever she went with her father and mother to the holy castle. You see, at the top of the castle's highest tower, sat a gargoyle. For eyes, the gargoyle had the most magnificent amethysts, it had grand comical ears with curls, claws and heavy stone wings. Beautiful, she thought. Simply breathtaking. It was rumored to have been a gift to the family from gods, at least that's what they said. Carved by blessed hands. A guardian of sorts, he sat up there on his pillar and watched the world with his cold, glimmering eyes.

Every day, he would crawl into the girl's thoughts. The expensive gift, the gargoyle with the thistle colored eyes and the red shine. Eat your dinner, dear. Focus on the rhythm, dear. Get your head out of the clouds, dear. You can't get my attention, dear! Retaliation was a quick fix, though temporary. Everyday, the nagging. Everyday, the painful corsets and dull talks about stocks and how the rich got richer. I want to be born new. The dancing with repetitive music of violins and cellos. It appeared to be the waltz. I want to watch with eyes unclouded. The numbing cold of the noble hearts and the weight of her dress, crushing her young ribs. I want to be him.

That night was like every night. Her mother said goodnight, her father didn't stop in as per usual. The nanny brought a cup of milk and said goodnight like every other night, and the curtains let moonlight leak in like floodgates. As soon as every noise dulled out, she stood, covers lifted and bare feet placed on her floral carpet.

To the window, back to the edge and the stars. I want to be him. I want to watch the world with amethyst eyes and never have to speak. With eyes closed and burning, her prayer floated out the window and up to the sky, to meet the ears of either god or demon. Though she had whispered it quietly, she knew someone had heard it. In the world, there had to be someone who heard, and she didn't care who.

As she made her way back to her bed, she heard a faint voice behind her, lingering by the curtains, whispering that it had heard her. It sounded as if it hung on the wind itself. She turned, heart unafraid by whatever was there. Will you grant them? Voice calm and unshaken as her eyes met the glowing gaze of the being before her. Its voice wrapped around her like smooth ribbons, uttering black words into her innocent ears. She paused, thinking as her dreams were within grasp. She closed her eyes, and thought for a moment, with each second her sanity slipping out of her small hands.

My parents. Take them.

The being filled the room with a sickening sense of satisfaction, gaze glowing brighter as it moved past her and into the hallway, making the slightest noise, like a breeze. She didn't move, or blink. Gently she inched back to her bed, crawling in and pulling her blanket over her head as the screams from her parents' bed chambers rang in her ears. With each thought and piercing shriek of pain, she drifted. Further and further, until her eyes closed for the very last time.

Heavy feeling. Wings at her sides, marble paws with claws and eyes as purple as spring thistles. Up on top of a grand tower. Her wish had been granted, but what price did she truly pay? Life will have meaning today.

The night air hung cold and still, the town below lit the clouds up, painting them watercolor fire with orange and gold against the black blue expansion of space. The evening life was beginning as day laid itself to rest with the setting of the sun; the hot light melting into the horizon. Below, bottles clinked against bottles in scattered pubs, bed time songs were sung to sleepy eyes, and many could be seen walking the streets; most headed home after a long day of working. As the final warm beams of sunlight faded down in the distance, the gargoyle girl came to gradual life, shaking the dust of her cold stone form with gentle shudders.

It would be a mistake to say that Jenovia's sanity washed away on that bloodstained night, rather it is rare knowledge to know that she was never in her right mind. What always seemed like shreds and specks of sanity was only a convincing facade, carefully woven and constructed, an exercise of the inconceivable cleverness she possessed unlike many her age. She was, from the very start, a mad one. It did not stem from her long days learning how to ballroom dance, nor born from her exhausting hours spent studying scholarly things she did not care for; though I'm not the one to deny whether or not it had any worsening effect. I find that it is not wise to dwell on older times, our lingerings will not have any effect on today or tomorrow. What was never there cannot be retrieved, as they say, and that goes for sanity as well.

She opened her mouth to yawn, cobwebs stretching and pulling apart on her widening maw, violet eyes reflecting glittery red and the faded stars above. For once, since adopting her body and the many years passed, Jenovia had felt rather bored. A type of weariness that spread right down to her core like an exhausting sickness. The usual activities, counting stars and taking extended naps, were out of the question. What to do, what to do? The thought ravaged her already scrambled mind. She could not fly away from her pillar, her wings could not carry her. She tried to fill her empty night by eavesdropping on people below, an unusual hobby, though it proved to be even more dulling.

Sometimes, I draw Jenny.



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