Big and burly, a titanic creature of legendary strength and a handsome appearance. Your a stallion, an anthro horse who stands tall and proud above the tree tops. You've got a bit of an ego, and as your slightly swollen gut shows, alot of an appetite. There's nothing that you won't eat, though there are a few things that you prefer above all else; orchards, oat fields, humans, foxes, bears, rice, sweets, and smaller dragons.
Right now you're a wanderer, a titian who's traveled to a strange and unknown land in search of food and space. The last place you lived was so overcrowded that it could no longer physically sustain its self. Staying in a place like that for to long could cramp your style, and the pollution was doing nothing for your lovely tan coloured fur.
"It's good to be away from there" You muse to yourself aloud while you run your fingers through you're mane. Finally your coat is clean, you can stretch your legs, and get the stink of you. On top of that the local population is more pleasant then what you've grown used to. Everyone you've met around here has been polite, curtious, and quite tasty. You're really going to like living here.
You walk on until well past sunset, It's getting late and you're growing tired and hungry. Right now it seem like it might be a good idea to settle down for the night and maybe grab a bite to eat
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