I am honestly completely baffled at how ANYONE can let their appearance get so...unfortunate. He is exactly how no wolf should look. Unkept black fur, scars all across his face. He even had yellow eyes like my mother. At least my mother was quite the wonderful looking dark wolf, like the night sky itself. Him? This guy? I sniff at him once more, catching his stench and having my nose twitch in reaction. Okay, so maybe I just hate the smell of boys, or...anyone really. Almost everyone smells bad. How can I am the only one with this divine scent? I guess everyone can't be perfect...obviously.

He speaks then, my attention then grabbed back to his face, his...horrid horrid face. He is not doing it wrong? How...how...how stupid can he be? I snort, my head pulling back with my sparkles...sparkling with my motion. I observe his face, his eyes and I know that look on even the ugliest of faces. He is confused. Baffled. Blown away. Apparently, I am the Angel sent from Diveen to save this lost soul from his own terrible form. I look upwards at the clouds, sighing as I shake my head. This is going to be a lot of work if he is this confused about himself. I don't even know if I have all the time I will need.

As he speaks again, my form trots forward a bit more. I let my prussian blue eyes observe him more carefully, taking in all the directions his fur goes in. How horrid the fur is even around his scars, growing every which way. Yes, scars, the bane of my existence, something I will NEVER get because I will not allow it, and sure as hell, my dear father would not allow it. He sat down, admitting he knew nothing about how to rid of them.

Honestly, I don't either, but that isn't going to stop me.

"Well, you es doing it all very wrong, and I guess I es having to show you how to do it. I will be getting those scars gone, as they es no good on you...no good at all, they is horrible, terrible, and I es hating looking at them," I stated with my thick Latin accent. My form trots past him, looking to a plant behind him and not too far off. I am confident in my approach, and I don't give off even a hint that I may or may not have seen this plant before. Meryl just slaps plants on faces and things works, why can't I?

"This. We es needing to dis this up. You es going to dig it?" I ask, turning my pretty head to blink at him with my prussian blue eyes. A trick that I use on my father often. I assume it works on all boys, having innocent eyes and a cute smile. I mean...it doesn't work on my brothers...but they are dumb. I can always yell at this black boy if he ignores my commands...right?
~The Jewel Of Diveen~