I stand and watch him as he decides to give himself a good look. Really? Has he never decided to look at himself before? Does he have no awareness how his nappy fur looks to the rest of the world? Is he blind? I watch him carefully with my prussian blue eyes, touched with streaks of lighter blue like my father's. Yes, I know how my eyes look, and I know how stunning they truly are. I have seen my own eyes in a still reflection of water. I look at them often, and I am quite aware how beautiful they are. Truly, a sight that would make anyone be in awe. That is more than I can say for the sad sack of fur in front of me.
I may be a pup of 2 years old, but I hold myself with much confidence. I am still growing, and I have rather large parents if I say so myself. Mother is quite...large, thicker than I would rather be and I hope that I do not get her figure. I would prefer something like Aunt Isola, and I think I am headed in the right direction with my legs growing so long in relation to my body. I stand tall, confident and might I say, simply beautiful. My sparkled-touched silver ears are pricked when he speaks, my eyes harsh upon him as he speaks of his ignorance.
Well, that is something different. My nose wrinkles slightly in confusion. No one ever admits that they are ugly and bothering me. Well! That is a start indeed, and even though he is unfortunately ugly he might end up being more tolerable than the rest of the uglies in this world. I smirk, a smirk of satisfaction on my lips. My smirk turns into a delightful grin as he even apologizes for his ugliness! THAT is better! I can work with this, and maybe be able to fix some of his ugliness with some proper grooming.
I set forward, my delicate young paws treading lightly though the fall grass. I am graceful in my movements. I move like a true lady, smooth like liquid water with an elegance unmatched for those my age. I come only feet in front of him, my head still lifted with a playful gaze. What can I say? I am pleased that he apologized, it puts me in a better mood. Not to say that my mood can turn sour at any moment...I do prefer to speak my mind.
"You know you es not cleaning yourself right, you es knowing that yes? Your ugliness can be decreased, you es knowing? What es that on your face?" I say with a mixture of sweet and harsh. I am forward, I suppose. I am not afraid to tell someone the truth, and yet I am feeling generous in helping him improve his appearance. It is necessary, a public service of sorts. But really, what the hell is up with his face? I take a few more steps forward, my eyes focusing on his scars before I jerk my head back.
"Es they being there forever? Es your face being ruined? I es not knowing if I can be helping that." I comment with my accented Latin voice, shaking my head slightly in disappointment. I wonder if Meryl has any plants that can make his ugliness better. There must be SOMETHING to fix it...and maybe I can find it. My mind thinks, my tail swishing behind me once as I fall into a feminine sit. I am still carefully observing him, trying to think of any way to improve his situation. I mean, he did say he was ugly and sorry for it. It must mean he wants to improve, yes?
~The Jewel Of Diveen~