This is why we can't have nice things.

All she ever wanted was the world. While she was still quite pleased about the cosmetic upgrades that this strange new world had somehow bestowed to her upon arrival, Sheba had quickly discovered that the good things never last long. To be fair, it was a vast improvement from her days as a crone. However, she had found (to her great disgust) that this place had given her some positively tacky mutations. Where her beloved moon amulet had once hung in her mane, a mark had been burned into the newly-supple flesh. Not only did the wound mar the perfect expanse of silky gray hair, but it had not shown any signs of healing. And, perhaps more concerningly, it had begun to smoke bright lavender—which not only made her look horrendously ill, but also served as quite a literal smoke signal for any predators wandering about. Secondly, she’d gotten caught in some mud yesterday morning. As a rule, Sheba detested even mud of the ordinary variety—now that she once again had an appearance to maintain, stepping into it was already irksome. Imagine her displeasure when she had awoken this morning and realized that the mud had stained her beautiful hooves bright red. This simply wouldn’t do! In desperate need of a bath, she had luckily stumbled out of the rainforest and onto sandy shores. Assured by the clear blue water, Sheba made a beeline for the waves and waded into the tide to soak her hooves. Crimson was not her color, and she didn’t intend to adopt it now. OOC: Sheba's got to take someone for a swim in Akvo City as part of her trial to rid herself of these yucky mutations! Come hang with the slightly less grumpy version of her lol

^{Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image}