Florgeous

They say that every rose has its thorns. Or, thorns will always sprout a rose at the surface to disguise their sharp points.

Florgeous wraps herself in them; frills, bows, and bouquets. The scent of perfume and pollen is suffocating. It is her pride and joy to bask in the eyes that follow her extravagance. For, if her maker would forget her kind, then she shall make certain these newer creations of Hers never do. She stands tall and speaks loud, so she shall always be seen and heard. Try to mock her for it, and her thorns will make themselves known. She is a brutal fighter, always opting for head-on combat and brute strength to come out on top.

When the sun sets, she puts down her flowers and frills just for a bit and replaces them with masks, swords, and wide-brimmed hats. In the night, she steps onto the stage and into the spotlight, a heroine of a fantastic play. She bleeds out her emotions on that stage, dancing through a breathtaking tragedy alongside her troupe. The curtains call, she links claws with the rest and bow, and when the lights fade to true black she gathers up the roses left on the stage and adds them to her mane.

Florgeous takes center stage in every aspect of her life, and she relishes it.