Then, by chance, I won a pair of hooves from one of the Lucky Chairs at Death Row Designs. While hunting around Trident Jewelry I stumbled across a wall of sheep masks, and the idea of following the herd was born.
It was actually quite liberating to shrug off my cape. Fortunately, no peeping Peps popped out of the underbrush while I was snapping my photos.
I suppose I shall have to break down and buy a pair of mesh hands now, as well.
Rusted Celtic Collar from the Fantasy Gatcha Fair.