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07-07-2012, 10:11 PM
As Couth stands drinking from the water small tendrils of it begin to rise up about her. The ends freeze and the shoot into her mane. There they weave a beautiful and intricate pattern akin to vines and flowers until, alas, the water drops and Couth is left with a glimmering bunch of ice which holds her hair in a fashionably pretty fashion. Her mane will stay like this for a week, providing some relief from the heat.
While this has been going on, however, the culprits has been standing in the bushes, hidden. She is not a gremlin, or a troll, or anything of the sort....but she certainly looks it. Her face and head is something like that of a Lion mixed with an unusually wrinkled Pug. Her body is dog-like with monkey hands for paws and possesses ugly green and brown scales in the most disagreeable colors. The female's tail is frayed and Lion-like. Her body emits slime which smells like that of the worst fart known to man. In various spots over her body random patches of green, moss-like hair sprouts from her body in a most uncannily upright manner. This being is, in short, incredibly hideous. But she wishes she was not. Every other being here, the fish, the frogs, the birds in the air, they all know she is here and avoid her with disdain. They have always avoided her. But the Qian, these horses, have not noticed her since their arrival and she has been able to play a Peeping Tom upon them. She envies their beauty but not in a way in which she would try and take it away. She only wants them to be prettier.
When she is done with the ice and water she turns and ambles out in a crooked and cross-eyed manner, swerving here and there a bit as she goes. Drool emits from her mouth a bit and she makes a few odd snorting noises, but eventually she reaches October. There she stands up on her hind legs and weaves a stone into the mare's mane. It is of medium size, black, but flickers with the light of a magically undying fire. It is like an ember contained. There is a slight heat which is gives off but the ugly she-being think its fits October's personality so she ignores the warmth factor. It will come in handy later. Then, with a snort and a bit of sputtering drool, she goes back from whence she came, leaving the two to their business.
While this has been going on, however, the culprits has been standing in the bushes, hidden. She is not a gremlin, or a troll, or anything of the sort....but she certainly looks it. Her face and head is something like that of a Lion mixed with an unusually wrinkled Pug. Her body is dog-like with monkey hands for paws and possesses ugly green and brown scales in the most disagreeable colors. The female's tail is frayed and Lion-like. Her body emits slime which smells like that of the worst fart known to man. In various spots over her body random patches of green, moss-like hair sprouts from her body in a most uncannily upright manner. This being is, in short, incredibly hideous. But she wishes she was not. Every other being here, the fish, the frogs, the birds in the air, they all know she is here and avoid her with disdain. They have always avoided her. But the Qian, these horses, have not noticed her since their arrival and she has been able to play a Peeping Tom upon them. She envies their beauty but not in a way in which she would try and take it away. She only wants them to be prettier.
When she is done with the ice and water she turns and ambles out in a crooked and cross-eyed manner, swerving here and there a bit as she goes. Drool emits from her mouth a bit and she makes a few odd snorting noises, but eventually she reaches October. There she stands up on her hind legs and weaves a stone into the mare's mane. It is of medium size, black, but flickers with the light of a magically undying fire. It is like an ember contained. There is a slight heat which is gives off but the ugly she-being think its fits October's personality so she ignores the warmth factor. It will come in handy later. Then, with a snort and a bit of sputtering drool, she goes back from whence she came, leaving the two to their business.
