famous

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he moved smoothly, traveling through as he took care of himself. self sufficient, catching his own meals and setting camp away form hellborn. determined to convince his heart that life went on. from the outside, he may of had it all together. looking as sharp as ever without fic & now widow. with each passing day, he began to finally believe it.
his gallop was a strong one, his bulky form trotting through cedar falls. the memories of this place a distant one as he kept his mind focus on the agendas of fishing and harvesting some dandelion for the slight ache in his shoulder. he would spend moments with his dual toned eyes scanning over the terrain in search for the bright weed. but his attention was taken by the noise of a rustle in the near thickets. rising his head, he paused and stood tall- eyes sharp and firm ahead. "Who goes there?"

"talk" 'think'