What The Hell Am I?

It has been a long time since we have played, "What The Hell Am I?" I had to do a comprehensive search through the Mitchievillian archives to find the exact date where we left off. It was last year, a cold and blustery night, a night filled with terror. Do you remember that night? Good times, we had it all. We ruled!

I'm not entirely sure what to make out of this animal. On the one hand it's bizarre and hideous. On the other hand, it's beautiful and somewhat sexy. On the third hand it's deformed and scary. Yet, on the fourth hand it's lovely and delicate, like a spring flower in a meadow on a warm day, with water droplets dripping down the stem.

I'm stumped as to what this creature is. One thing for certain, it's not Photoshopped. Oh no, animals like this still roam parts of Bhutan and eastern Mongolia. You don't want to cross its path, for it will kick you in the skull and mess with your shit. And you don't want your shit messed with, do you? Of course you don't, you like your shit exactly as it is.

So, what the hell am I?