[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]The air was turbulent with butterflies. Flat orange and black scales shimmered as a cluster of monarch butterflies nested atop her head, wings splaying out like the petals of a flower crown. Her emerald eyes filmed over with sleepiness, and she swiped at them with a buttery yellow paw. A soft sigh escaped black lips as she took in the crisp, vaguely salty atmosphere.
She'd been laying low for awhile, but perhaps it was time to officially make her debut into the clan. The ombre Yorkshire Terrier straightened from her lax position, causing the numerous butterflies resting on her stocky frame to flutter in agitation. "Meet and greet," she called lightly, not loudly but not quietly either. "I'm Monarchpup Jones."
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