It was hard to pick things up from the ground he mused, not with such a body that cannot bend far enough. His skill with a rope, to lasso things was one born out of necessity.<br/>With a toss and pull he pulled in the elk he had just slain by one of it's broken antler stubs.<br/><br/>He pondered his next movement, even as his hands moved to pull the elk upon his back. To eat it now would be grand, it was best while the kill was fresh. However the problem was that it was mighty inconvenient to do the preparations to cooking and then to eat, then have to put it all away and then sally forth to search for a place to rest for the night.<br/>That is if the sun does not set while he feasts. While the sun was blazing brightly now and it seemed as though time was ample… dillydallying would lead to the darker replacement of the moon and the many twinkling stars that would seek to make up for the shortcomings of the sun's twin.<br/><br/>He'd have to simply move on and eat later, it was a much better option than stopping and going again and again.<br/>Now which way was he to sally forth in? He supposed he'd simply go the way he happened to be facing, into a direction he knew nothing of and chose simply by chance.<br/><br/>He walked off and trotted through the forest, unknowingly coming to perhaps meet his fate.<br/>-<br/><br/>What he found was not a camping spot or even better clearing…<br/><br/>No, what he stumbled upon was the vast body of water referred to by all as the ocean. What a mess, he'd accidentally left the forest and almost fell off a cliff!<br/><br/>Whatever the case it was not all a useless trek he supposed, he could see a boat of wood and metal. Perhaps there he could rest for today? it'd be less work on his part at least.<br/><br/>Slowly he began to make his way to the ship and as he looked onto his destination he saw something odd…<br/><br/>A group of women, slack jawed and staring into thin air with glazed over eyes were standing upon the deck, he also noted that quite obscenely and lewdly two had what was the unmistakeable liquid of lust dripping from their thighs to stain cloth or the planks of the floor.<br/><br/>…They were all quite fetching he'd have to admit and such lewd drips did stir a few embers of lust in his mind.<br/><br/>Still, this all seemed quite strange and he found that his hands went to his crested shield and saber. Perhaps it was a boat of pirates or of slavers? He had heard that some women were kept complacent with magics of debauchery after all.<br/><br/>Slowly he placed a hoof upon the ramp that led up to the boat and he nodded as while the wood creaked… it held under him. He ascended.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>