The seas had been rough, but traversable. The new land was large, massive beyond comparison to the smaller continent and kingdom that Arsk had hailed from.
A young man of roughly twenty-four, Arsk was quiet as his and another horse nearby trotted in the dark. They'd arrived in Kuon, a kingdom of immense plains, not too long ago but had been skeptical of going into town. A human of pale white hair and dark complexion, Arsk shifted his silver eyes to his trusty steed and gently ran his left hand along the shaft of his spear. He looked just on the masculine side of androgynous thanks to a lean build and almost effeminate face, but thankfully had a bulge of a proper nine inch prick and hand-filling orbs against his brown trousers to make his gender crystal clear. His iron-toed boots were the only piece of gear beyond his spear left, his rather smooth chest bare to the warm night air. A gold ring pierced his left nipple, too small to be more than decorative.
"I think we're almost to the ambush point... supposedly wolfspawn or something. Think a mutt-demon on my dick would be a good status symbol here?"
The rustle of him opening a bag filled the air, removing some of their bread to gently bite away at it with a scowl. Money had been worthless to immigrants. Slaves were the trade of their home and this one, but new arrivals were oft clad in chain rather than gifted a proper slave to suck or serve.
"If not, maybe we get a cute one to sell... get some fresh food so we don't starve before we get a proper set of tents to call home."
(@Floozer)
A young man of roughly twenty-four, Arsk was quiet as his and another horse nearby trotted in the dark. They'd arrived in Kuon, a kingdom of immense plains, not too long ago but had been skeptical of going into town. A human of pale white hair and dark complexion, Arsk shifted his silver eyes to his trusty steed and gently ran his left hand along the shaft of his spear. He looked just on the masculine side of androgynous thanks to a lean build and almost effeminate face, but thankfully had a bulge of a proper nine inch prick and hand-filling orbs against his brown trousers to make his gender crystal clear. His iron-toed boots were the only piece of gear beyond his spear left, his rather smooth chest bare to the warm night air. A gold ring pierced his left nipple, too small to be more than decorative.
"I think we're almost to the ambush point... supposedly wolfspawn or something. Think a mutt-demon on my dick would be a good status symbol here?"
The rustle of him opening a bag filled the air, removing some of their bread to gently bite away at it with a scowl. Money had been worthless to immigrants. Slaves were the trade of their home and this one, but new arrivals were oft clad in chain rather than gifted a proper slave to suck or serve.
"If not, maybe we get a cute one to sell... get some fresh food so we don't starve before we get a proper set of tents to call home."
(@Floozer)