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    [justify]Landon[/fancypost]
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    //I failed with franklin and I decided to come back and use this guy lmao\\


    Landon was struggling to get the full grasp as to why he was here. He had plenty of fun when he was dead. Well, that was because he was in heaven but still. He liked it there! And then he was put here and given the "half-angel" title. What in the world did that mean exactly? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was back here to help people and that was it.


    The young canine's wings were folded back as he looked around, only slightly sure he was going in the right direction, his ears back and his eyes wide with uncertainty. He took in a deep breath, and pressed onward.


    The winged dog eventually came to a stopping point, looking up towards the sky, pausing, almost waiting for instruction, before sighing, shaking his head, and moving on. He wasn't really liking this. Living beings didn't really get much guidance from above. He didn't know why, but he was going to have to live with it.


    After a while more of walking, he eventually came to a very prominent border. His nose twitched and his ears flicked up in interest. He titled his head to the side, before sitting down. He was supposed to wait, right? It was polite, to, anyways.



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    Feeling rather exhausted as he patrolled the border, Weasel almost thought that he was hallucinating when he saw the larger canine with big white wings. He even considered just flattening his ears and hightailing it in the other direction, but he figured that if this wasn't just a hallucination provided by his sleepy conscious, that would be rather rude, and could also get him in some trouble.


    Making a soft noise, the still kitten-sized apprentice padded up to the other male and meowed quietly, a small frown on his muzzle as he sat back, cranking his head up to look at the other, "Hello there... name and business, please?"
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    Melody approached next, barely blinking at the large winged canine. She was quite used to large canines, thanks to Drae. The hellhound was following her at the moment, looking quite bored. He barely glanced up before occupying himself with seemingly staring at the blue flames around his paws. He was actually attentively watching the scene, and his seemingly relaxed body posture disguised his readiness to leap forward. Melody knew this, but didn't really mind, as she was used to it at this point. Instead, the leader waited for the newcomer's response patiently.
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    It's Funny, how people meet, like fate sometimes. Frenchpup dipped her small head slightly, looking up at the large canine. "Bonjour sir."
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