Momentos a'plenty

Artisan was well on his way to deciding that Boreas was the greatest place on the entire planet, he'd barely stepped foot in these new lands and already he'd been offered numerous free options for intoxication as well as a plentiful amount of men and woman with which to lay. If he wasn't careful he'd find himself forgetting the wonderous wolves which he'd serviced and been serviced by, so as he bid his last lady goodbye the golden boy settled in on the sand to find the appropriate stones with which to craft his momentos.

He assumed he must of been be ridiculously drunk, as it seemed his ability to see color had faded. While most beaches had shiny rocks aplenty that he could gather to match the coat's of his lovers, this one seemed to carry only a deep onyx tone no matter how many piles of stones and sand he sifted through. That wouldn't do at all, as while so far the wolves of Boreas weren't as colorful as his homeland was, they weren't all black.

The drunken man made a low grumble of annoyance as he tossed stone after stone over his shoulder, his colorful bracelets jingling merrily and taunting him as he failed to add to his collection. One particular stone was quite large, and so rather then toss it away he got to work gnawing at the boulder in hopes that maybe some color was hiding beneath it's exterior. No matter what happened, Art was determined that no more love-making would happen until he found a way to remember those he'd already had tonight. It was almost a sobering thought.