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[url=https://i.imgur.com/58cvz8J.png]Horath of Un[/url] 
Dwarven warrior by training and miner by heritage.
66 years old.
5'4", 170#; squat and heavily built; powerful legs, arms, back, everything essentially.
Reddish-brunette hair in a [i]horseshoe hairline[/i] (bald on top, hair from ear to ear; it is straight and fine and reaches down onto his upper back.
Traditional Dwarven tattoos cover his baldness.
Full beard of the same color, with traditional braids.
Deep brown eyes.
Big, round ears with pierced lobes (unseen in the image).

Horath sat on his bum in the bottom of the boat, his feet braced under a wooden and iron-braced seat to keep him in place. He was clutching [i]three[/i] different lines attached in various points to the mainsail. His weight and strength were all that were keeping the sail taut, preventing it from luffing worthlessly in the wind. 

He didn't know anything about sailing, of course. He was, after all, a Dwarf. [i]Dwarfs ... didn't ... sail.[/i] Killian had shown him what to do, though. Horath had been recruited by their Human savior to become crew rather than passenger as the wind had picked up. Without Killian's leadership and Horath's strength, the boat and its [color=ed1c24][b]13 occupants[/b][/color] would have been doomed. 

"[i]Shouldn't we let the sails down?[/i]" Horath asked over the wind for the fourth or fifth time. The boat tilted over dramatically each time a big gust of wind hit the sails. It seemed to make sense to let them down or let them luff, a term he'd only just learned hours ago.

"[i]No![/i]" Killian called back. "[i]We need the sails to keep us directed into the waves! Otherwise, we'll keep over ... swamp and sink![/i]"

[i]Keel over[/i] meant nothing to Horath. Swamp and sink [i]did[/i], though. So, he held on tightly. He let line out when Killian commanded. He pulled it tight again when that was the order. Other than that, Horath simply held on for dear life, much like the other passengers and, in particular, the [url=https://i.imgur.com/HHCOgYt.jpg]the beautiful Elf[/url] looking down at him.

Horath had always been considered somewhat of a [i]Fulug-zâram[/i] -- a [i]freak[/i] -- by his fellow Dwarves for his appreciation of Elven beauty. Most Dwarves found the smooth dark skin, pointy ears, and often very dark hair as ugly and repulsive. Horath had always felt the opposite. He found Rayna to be the epitome of Elven beauty, maybe of beauty regardless of Race.

There had been a suspicion within his Clan as to why Horath had these feelings. There had been a tale, unproven and possibly unfounded, that he had an Elf in his ancestry. Interbreeding between Dwarves and other Beings was, of course, an [i]abomination[/i]. Most Dwarves believed it to be impossible in the first place; the other Creatures, be they Elves or otherwise, were lesser, inferior races, [i]obviously.[/i]

But Horath knew for a fact that it [i]was[/i] possible for Dwarves to [i]cross breed[/i]. Of course, the example about which he knew [i]personally[/i] hadn't been between Dwarf and Elf. It had been between Dwarf and [i]Human[/i]. And while the child had been brought into this world safe and healthy, it disappeared from existence within hours, never to be seen again. The [i]extrication[/i] of such a [i]half-breed[/i] had been done to save the parents, the Family, and the child from a life of hardship and grief. Again, [i]obviously.[/i]

Regarding Human Beings, it seemed as though they could cross breed with just about any Being. The reasons for this no one could explain. Horath had heard of successful Human-Dwarf, Human-Elf, Human-Fairy, and even the [i]gross and unimaginable[/i] Human-Orc cross breeding and births. 

Each had taken place between a Human male and a female of the Creature Race. Hell, it was popularly said that a male Human could and [i]would[/i] breed with any Creature that had a wet, warm hole between its legs. Hell, it was said that Human males would [i]do it[/i] with sheep if there were no Human females to be had. Sometimes a lack of Human females wasn't even necessary. Or so Horath had been told. 

There were far fewer tales of male Creatures breeding with Human females. But Horath had heard of such pairings, too. He simply had never seen or even heard of a successful birth of such a match.

Horath held on to the lines, his arms and legs tiring. His eyes didn't tire of the Elf, though. He could stare at her all day long. He imagined the two of them naked together in a deep dark cave, fucking on the cold stone floor. 

[i]Maybe in a humid, bug-infested swamp?[/i] he wondered. He and Rayna had had the opportunity to speak of her People's homeland. [i]Either works for me[/i], he thought.