Second account of PrinceՖՖ Molestia.

Miasma is the queen of a smaller hive somewhere. Her and her entire brood stink quite rotten, to the point where it's faintly noticeable even when they're transformed. For that reason, and because Miasma is a vain ♥♥♥♥♥, she's obsessed with perfume.
The Miasma Hive is probably the second largest of the known hives. It usually resides underneath or at the edges of big cities like Las Pegasus or Manehattan, modifying sewage systems and/or garbage dumps to their needs. They eat rotten food and the occasional carcass to produce their body liquids, which, in addition to their choice of living space, gives the whole hive a particularly rancid smell. Sometimes it even gets so bad that it's noticeable when a changeling has transformed himself into another creature.
Their Queen, Miasma herself, is a very vain and snobby person and tries to appear better than she is. She has two changelings follow her around with incense burners wherever she goes and douses herself in perfume as often as possible. One wonders what is worse, the rotten smell of the hive, or the overwhelming stench of sweet perfume contrasting with it.
Although trying to appear noble and sophisticated, the queen has a very bad temper and can turn from sweet to sour in mere seconds.
(She also has very bad table manners (and taste), and won't even stop short of literally rolling around in her food. It's not helped by the fact that she has holes in her cheeks so you can see her chewing even if she has her mouth closed)
The hive's manner of gathering victims isn't very sophisticated, ranging from cries of help from out of a gully to simply waiting for someone to get stuck in their secretions while drunkenly wandering about at night.


Do you believe in magic?

Love is happiness
Happiness is glee
Glee is smile
Smile is peace
Peace is alliance
Alliance is cooperation
Cooperation is support
Support is help
Help is correction
Correction is mistake
Mistake is evil
Evil is corruption
Corruption is witchcraft
Witchcraft is betrayal
Betrayal is perfidy
Perfidy is violation
Violation is breaking
Breaking is creation
Creation is formation
Formation is power
Power is friendship
Friendship is magic.


But her mane had changed again. It and her tail now hung limply, long and straight like a piece of fabric that had been attached to her. They did not sway in any unseen wind. And they were grey. Completely grey. There were no blues, greens, purples, and no pinks. Not even faded colours remained. Her mane and tail were grey.
Fresh tears welled in her eyes.