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Don't you tell me what you think that I can be At first glance, the mongrel might have been mistaken for a long tailed fox of some kind - having a distinct vulpine face and frame. But with further studies, it was plain to see he was a hybrid. A mutt not even a mother could love. Thin coat was a rosy tawny shade that shaded into grey at his spine and tip of his folded ears. Underside clean white shade of silky coat. His pattern was a sight, rosettes that covered him from the top of his head and to the tip of his tail all with a brown base and orangey centers. While the mongrel was by far one of the uglier of his kind, the mutt was not considered perfect in any ways.Tall and lanky, with awkward webbing between arms and torso, and a long tail made him look so different. Ribbed ears held high had a light fold to them and he could have been handsome, if it was not for the thin webbed membrane, covered in thin, satinlike fur and connecting his arms to his torso. Among the first 'failed' of his species, Day holds a strong distaste of his kind. Sure, it's probably of unfair reasons, but it's hard for him to see past the errors of a Master. Born like a ugly duckling that grew into his looks, Day was happy with his lot in life. Only for a Master who only have had heard tales of his species come along and bought him from his home. Trained, prim and poised like a true gentleman of exquisite slave quality, only for the Master to learn that his pride and joy was nothing but a rejected mistake. Disgusted by the lies blamed on Day, the hybrid was sold to the first offer, discarding him like yesterdays news into the depts of The Golden Tether. I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea,oh ooh |