<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><em>Health:  60/60</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">None at this time</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the embarrassed glow on her traveling companion's face when she admitted that Gurlove 'spurted' a lot.  That would come as no surprise to anyone familiar with her kind because they usually did spurt a lot more than a regular male, though why that was no one really knew for certain.  But she supposed to Angelique, who apparently came from a place where her kind were not common, if they existed at all, wouldn't know this.  Not that it really mattered since she now knew it.  But Gurlove noted that she didn't outright reject the idea, but rather seemed uncertain as to whether or not such a practice could replace eating in the long run.  And while Gurlove knew that it couldn't entirely replace eating, she knew that it was possible to survive with minimal food in that situation and she also knew why she knew that.<br/><br/>"There is a monastery somewhere in these forests," she said, gesturing with a strong hand, "Where there is a group of nuns.  It is said that these nuns live almost entirely off of cum of my kind.  Only eating one true meal every three days.  Is said that they live long and healthy lives."  She paused as she looked at Angelique, trying to gauge her reaction.  She wasn't entirely sure if the stories were true or not, but she did know that there was a monastery somewhere in these forests and that the women that lived there didn't leave much.  Whether or not their diet was primarily shecum was something that she was just taking rumors and stories for, but she had encountered a woman like herself that had sworn up and down that she'd stayed there for a month and that the stories were absolutely true.  Gurlove wasn't sure, but she hadn't had reason to argue against it.<br/><br/>"If pretty thing was willing, we could give it a try for a day or two," she put forth, "One normal meal during midday rest and then other meal in morning and evening.  If pretty thing is doing well, then we keep at it.  If not, then we figure something else out.  Maybe find monastery and barter for supplies."  She shrugged her well muscled shoulder and looked at Angelique.  She was about ready to call an end to their rest for now so that they could get moving again.  It would give pretty thing a chance to think about the situation and what she wanted to do.  So unless Angelique insisted on continuing to wait, they would get moving a few minutes later, moving deeper into the forest as they went.  If it bothered Gurlove, she didn't bother to show it, but rather seemed to be perfectly comfortable aside from a few times where she had paused to listen intently before moving on once she was sure nothing was the matter.<br/><br/>With the heavy foliage about their heads, the night seemed to approach sooner than it might've done if they were on the open road.  Which meant that sooner that Gurlove would've liked, they wouldn't be able to go any further safely.  Sighing, she would stop and begin to set up a camp right off the side of the road under a thick set of trees.  The fire would be considerably smaller than the night before, both so that it wouldn't be as noticeable and also to prevent accidentally lighting the branches above their heads on fire.  Once they were all settled, Gurlove would look over at Angelique.  "So what has pretty thing decided?" she asked as she let her axe rest against a log beside her, "Does she want to give Gurlove's idea a try or would she like something out of the bag?"