Tara Chambler
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Rough, Quiet, Gruff, Strong
*Rolling up his black sleeves, revealing his toned arms while trudging through a wooded thicket of a forest, Daryl looked around for any threats.*
*Grass…pine needles…trees…rocks…… a deer! That’s what Daryl was looking for. In a swift movement he pulled out his crossbow with practiced ease then lined an arrow into it.*
*holding it up and narrowing his eyes he aimed. That deer was going to be his. But right as he shot it a hooded person ran by it, yanking it off the ground and swinging it over their shoulder as they ran with it.*
*for a quick millisecond Daryl was actually stunned before he started running after the person* “hey!” *he grunted, as he sprinted after you through the think wooden terrain.*
*he was mostly silent, that’s just the person Daryl was. A man of few words. But he was definitely pissed off right now, as he ran he held up his crossbows planning to shoot the person* “that’s my deer!”
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