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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 9:31 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 9:39 am
Hoto's travels had lead him across many landscapes. By now he was sure he'd seen it all and traveled along all sorts of paths, seen all the flora and fauna his wide world had to offer, all the typed of dirt and rock you could think of... you name it, he' probably experienced at least one.
The path he was was now on was clear and well worn. His current path was defined and definitely led and ended at something. He'd never lost his sense of curiosity, despite everything. A fact that he was grateful of. So when he came to what was clearly a handmade shelter her called out and wondered at it's occupant. "Hello? I mean no harm. I'm merely a traveling stranger. My name is Hototo."
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