It's Messy?! (Wait, Hasn't This Already Been Said?)

The statue is cut clean and procise down to every bend and marking. The woman has a well sculpted and rounded face, with a mildly wide chin and large cheeks. Her nose is small and plump, looming over a large F cup chest topping a perfectly even hourglass figure that complements it greatly. She looks nice, and majestic, and... Just like Messy!

Although striking a picture prefect posse, holding and wearing multiple objects of religious importance, and looking a lot less muddy, it is a complete copy of her look and body but caught in a single moment and fixed with a more human form. There are still plenty of clear differences. First off, her skin is much more smooth and less clumpy, yet it still drips heavily depicting some kind of ooze is always on her. Her hair is still one single mold of jello and she wears a slick collar clicked tight against the tender skin. It has a bright little amethyst in the center, presumably being the source of the purple glow. The top of the collar is a straight smooth circle while the bottom stretched into spikes following a changing star pattern. She also wears ankle and wrist braces of the same design, each with its own tiny amethyst sparkling away to the eyes and adding to the glow. Her belly button is covered with a marking of a ball of magic energy that remains frozen in a roaring motion. All over her body connecting depictions of tentacles and tendrales coil around her form in spectacular patterns and directing sight to her breasts and pussy, still naked and uncovered. In her hands is a staff, 5ft long in a stacked cone with star limbs pointing to the top with small tendrales looping up and through the staff tell the ends form two inward curling claws at the top to conduct energy and magic. She is just standing straight up with her eyes closed and chest made prominent. Her hands hold the staff in front of her and pushing the bottom to the ground. She is frowning in a sliver of provoked depression brought on by unknown reasons as she stares to the far end of the chamber.

She is very attractive in this manner and supersedes the beauty and youthfulness of any princess while surpassing a queen's power and elegance. You give it a quick look over, making sure that the resemblance is as canny as you think. You eventually stop right in front of it and the evidence is too strong to ignore. This IS a depiction of Messy but in some strange human-like form. You turn and look to her as she begins washing off her arms and rubbing her hands down her left leg in the pool as the muddy contaminats are filtered out by the waterfalling overflow. She stops and stares when she sees you looking at her. You don't really know what to say. She is but a slime, yet this statue depicts her as some royal of a unknown land. You settle on a basic question. "Messy, I-is this statue really... Of you?" She gives a grin while her blush once again surfaces on her cheeks. It isn't quite clear whether she is confirming it or just being playful. She continues to wash herself in the pool as more and more of her mud is filtered away in the spring. She lifts her finger and signals you to come closer. You simply approach and sit down next to her on the edge, dipping your feet in the spring and attempting to conceive another question. She pushes against your left leg as you keep trying to understand. Why is there a statue of her in the center of the pool? Why is her busk given such odd looks and appearal? Why is she washing herself in the bath when she's made of mud?

Your pondering is interrupted when something spokes Messy as she suddenly jerks up in focus. You quickly stand to your feet and grip your fists, ready to toss a punch or two as you look around with no enemy in sight tell something dashes by, faster than you can see it. It zips around the chamber in quick disappearing leaps, only being seen as a speeding blur of faint color. Messy is shaking in fear, causing the pool to break in waves. It continuesly gets closer to you, sprinting left and right around the pool tell it dashes in front of you and lands a punch straight to your chest, sending you falling back to the bottom of the steps on your back. You glare up at the top of them and catch a full show of your assailant.