Totoka River I am so many types of bitches I`ve lost count

Zoratto was no stranger to the flirtation of women, despite his apathy towards them. Dotharan women, when they came of age, were encouraged to pick the strongest, bravest warrior as their mate. Many had tried to seduce him, but they were all rejected. Some saw his behavior as strange, but ignored it. Others thought it suspicious, and well...look where that brought him.

He snorted, ignoring the woman, his attention firmly on the water. How water could be sweet he did not know, but compared to the salty sea, it must be sweet. The Dotharan lapped the cool water, his eyes half closed as he did so.