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November Puff Project #7: Elder Puff

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Published: Nov 8, 2015

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This is the seventh in a series of thirty puff drawings. Puffs are a closed species created by me, with the occasional help of my sister (r-wild-r.deviantart.com). I don't have a species guide out for these little guys yet, but hopefully I will soon.

Fun fact: As puffs near the end of their life cycle (usually around forty years old), they start to lose some of their fluff, and their essence usually grows smaller, paler, or begins to float away. Puffs' bodies are clear beneath their fluff.

To learn more about the November Puff Project, click here: November Puff Project

To see the rest of the puffs in this collection, click here: snowstormninja24.deviantart.co…

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