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It was calm... It was still...

His soul was restless...

He had been placed here upon this strange world with no purpose or reason... He just... Was...

He had no name, he had no place, he had nothing to go off of but to just exist...

It wasn't right...

The beast, built in mass and muscle was heavy and large, he prowled through the base of the mountain with the drive of purpose... He made one...

He'd refill the caches, make use of himself, try to find a place in this home he'd managed to find... But it wasn't really home... Where was home...?

Placing a nose to the ground the mulberry man sniffed this way and that trying to scent for something meaningful... Something that might cause one to turn their head... He could take a sick or injured doe no problem, that was his goal. Though so far he'd found nothing and it was starting to rub him the wrong way. As if somebody ruffled his fur to it's ends, and he didn't like that feeling...

So he continued to move forward with reason, and he hoped in the end that reason would find it's place...

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