He can fly without wings.

Range Soul · 11-15-2010, 03:34 AM

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Sucky, but I got it up!! o: WC:295

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Range was looking a mess. His soft, cream coloured fur was matted with odd smelling mud. The mixture had formed with precipitation from days ago had mixed with rich soil. When to two items came together, a mixture was made that only a pup could love. The fellow was usually against getting his fur dirty, and usually avoided it pretty well. But on some days he was willing to do just about any thing for a little entertainment. His first choice had been to bombard his father, Gideon, with questions. But after searching around for a few minutes, he decided he had disappeared off the face of the Earth.

It was not long after that he had found the mud. With amazing un-gracefulness, he flung himself into the ooze and began rolling. When he had finished playing in the pool of pure bliss, he crawled out. His heavily coated fur weighing him down. He chased his muck coloured tail, flinging bits of the wet dirt every where. It didn't take for the muck to harden, and when it did, Range became worried. He did not know where to go to wash it off and no matter how many times he rolled in the grass, only tiny pieces detached from his coat. He dove back into the mud to wet the drying clay, trying to prolong the time it would take for it to dry completely.

Almost all of the adults in Dahlia De Mai had a high tolerance for his child-like behaviors and impulses. But for this particular situation, he felt the need to ask for his father's help. "Daddyyyy!" The pup howled and cried frantically. The panic so heavy in his voice that someone could almost guess he was being attacked by a bear.

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