~*Battle-scarred pistons draw forth huge brute, ebbs tattoing terra with his trademark gigantic prints. Stopping, he gazes about, orbs flickering with cautiousness as well as anxiousness. Not speaking to a soul, he paces slowly amongst this place's inhabitants. He had never been very much loquatious, he basically kept to himself. There was not a need for words unless there was something to say. The masculine had come to these lands to start anew. His past was too much to bear, so he fled. Nares flare, fores suddenly flailing up. This is where he would stay...for now.*~
