Goblin Finery

It is the last of the daylight and it's time to get ready for going out in the boglands.  

I've been napping and it's time to get all beautified.  

I've built a fire and put some hot metal rods in it.  Now it's time to tangle my hair up in piles and use the hot metal to burn it until the piles of hair start to smell scorched and they begin to acquire a nice crunchy texture.  I repeat this randomly about the head until my hair is satisfactorily burnt and tangled everywhere I can reach.  Almost done.  Now I liberally add some slime so it becomes a solid mass and its perfection.

For my face, I am a minimalist.  I use a bit of coal dust and some riverbank clay to make a paste and streak it here and there across my eyes.  I now look dark and threatening but I'm still missing something.  Wilderness.  Yeah that's it.  I'm still looking a bit too tame.  I take some powdered mud and dab it here and there, there and here and rub it in with my fingers.  Ah yes, there it is.  That's the untamed look I was going for.  My eyes glint in feral glee.  I'm a mess.  I know I'm hot.

I throw on some strips of fabric lying about until they had the perfect coating of dust.  They barely cover anything.  Then I bind my feet in vines and tall sticks so that I'm extremely uncomfortable.  I shuffle out feeling fine.  I meet with another of my Goblin troop.  We are raucous, we are rowdy, and we shove whatever we can find into our mouths all night long until finally we must admit defeat and retire.  

As dawn starts to break and I crawl home to my bog hole I find that I have sticks in my hair from passing under low hanging tree branches.  Damn, I couldn't be any more fine.  I cackle in utter delight and self content.    Pleased with myself, I hiss at the light and go to sleep 'til the sickly grey light of evening comes to settle on the bog again.  

This drawing by Erinbabygoat on IG is incredible don't you think?


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