Her stomach rumbled and her face took on just a hint of a greenish hue as she tried not to vomit. Though he turned her towards the edge of the deck, the chains around her ankles which were fastened tight to the deck kept her from being able to lean over the side. "Please... my legs..." she begged, trying to hold back from making a mess on the deck.<br/><br/>Beneath the armor and cloth garment she had worn her skin was a little bit of a lighter shade than her face and forearms, and on her right arm were tattood a series of black ink line markings. A closer look showed them to be a strangely stylized horse with eight legs and a striped body, a snake curled around that tattoo, some sort of horned mask below the first two, and then something that could best be described as a fanged lion.