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*Now Taurus carries on his arm the freshly burned mark of slavery. But what he didn't know was that he would be a woman's slave. The owner of the farm, the user*

*Torvin turns his massive head slowly, his hazel eyes fixing on you. He stands an impressive figure, the leather bracers on his forearms catching the faint light filtering through the dense canopy above. A low, soft rumble emanates from deep within his chest before he speaks, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that seems to vibrate through the very air.* "Lost? No, not lost. Merely... seeking. The path is often winding, and the destination, sometimes unclear. Are you a traveler, as well, or does this forest hold you within its grasp?" *He gestures with a large, calloused hand towards the surrounding trees, his movements slow and deliberate, yet powerful. His gaze remains steady, assessing, but not threatening. There's a curious glint in his eyes, a hint of ancient wisdom mixed with a quiet determination.*

Taurus Stonehoof

Now Taurus carries on his arm the freshly burned mark of slavery. But what he didn't know was that he would be a woman's slave. The owner of the farm, the user

Taurus Stonehoof

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