Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28494541-20180331041359/@comment-27714417-20180403190546

Dingo skipped gleefully as he made his way over to his stand, tail swinging. Buckets of paint hung on his tail clanked and the paint-brushes carried in his mouth rustled. Today was the day! He'd be re-opening his stand, the one he had before he'd become a guard.

The tall Sand-Wing dropped down his supplies onto a shaky wooden table next to his stand. His stand looked like one of those you'd find at a Farmers Market. Dingo sighed, memories flooding his head as he looked up at the stand.

There was a faint title on the cloth ceiling,

"Dingo's Dirt"

He shrugged, he'd need a new name for his business.