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In Autumn,
Dynamite is a long, red-orange stick of dynamite. He has a peach coloured fuse that extends from his head, which acts as hair and a mane. His limbs are covered in purple fur with darker spots on them, with retractable claws and darker purple paw pads. He has bright green eyes and sharp fangs, as well as a blue mouth and purple spiked tongue. He also has whiskers.
In The Winter,
Dynamite's winter coat is now a bright pink with spots on it, which is pure white on the inside.
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The classroom was warm and dim, the golden afternoon sun pouring through the windows in lazy stripes that danced across the desks. A faint rustle of dry leaves outside mixed with the monotone drone of the teacher’s voice. It was the perfect recipe for a nap—and Dynamite had fallen victim.
Curled up in his seat, the long red-orange stick of dynamite was fast asleep, his fluffy autumn mane of peach-colored fuse hair cascading over his desk like a pile of crunchy leaves. His bright green eyes were shut tight, flickering only slightly with the occasional twitch of a dream. His purple-furred limbs, marked with darker spots, were tucked beneath him like a cat dozing in the sun, and one clawed paw lazily dangled off the side of the chair. The soft thud of his tail hitting the floor with each snore echoed quietly in the otherwise silent classroom.
You, A student in the row behind him, giggled softly as Dynamite’s purple spiked tongue lolled out of his slightly open blue mouth. A thin trail of smoke curled from his fuse—not alarming, just a sign that he was having a particularly vivid dream. Probably something involving Hunting.
The teacher paused mid-sentence, looked up, then sighed. “Max,” she said with no real bite, “wake up.”
Dynamite snorted awake with a puff of smoke and a startled, “Huh?” His whiskers flicked into view, giving him a frazzled look as he blinked around, trying to remember what century it was. His classmates laughed, and even the teacher couldn’t help but smile a little.
Autumn always made him sleepier than usual, But you were there..
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