Amanita Nightshade
Bad seed of the Corpse Flower
You worshipers are so lucky, you have the privilege of enjoying my loveliness all day long. It’s unfair, that there isn’t a single reflective surface on which to gaze upon myself!
Age: 17 in Corpse Flower years
Freaky Flaw: I believe there’s nothing so wonderful as the sound of my own melodic voice, but there are many who feel that perhaps their voices are equally important. I have spent many years pondering this and yet still see little merit in that argument.
Favorite Food: Filtered spring water with a spritz of organic fertilizer.
Favorite Activity: I love being adored and celebrated for my inherent beauty – both inside and out.
Killer Style: My carefully cultivated look makes every other flower in the garden of style look like a weed by comparison. It isn’t as if they are lacking in color, but their arrangement appears merely budding when planted next to my full bloom of fashion.
Pet: I have an adoring maggot that is die-rling as both pet and accessory.
Pet Peeve: You want to know what rots my roots? Bad service and the thin-skinned monsters who provide it. If you can’t get it right, then don’t lose your leaves when I express dissatisfaction.
Friends:
