<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2375789#msg2375789">Quote from: Pistolero Fantasma on 24-10-2009, 17:37:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate,</strong> Soldier, <em>Departing hunters M. Dupont, R. Dupont, F. Martin, K. de Brest, I. Campbell, L. Montague, Bella</em><br/>...<br/>Each crunch of leaf and twig brought forth a memory, some good and some bad, and soon Alfreic was not enjoying what was a delightful day through pine and prairie, but a trip through accurate and inaccurate dreams.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:  Alfreic has left the party.</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br/><br/>As Alfreic walked, his memories began to surface. Kills that he had enjoyed. Friends and companions who had been butchered in the war with Falkovnia. But one among them always haunted him, perhaps hunted him, with more vigor.<br/><br/>As he walked, there was a giggle off to his side. Pretty and feminine, the kind of noise that promised there were many more to come. "Al-freic," she called, from somewhere far away. His sharp senses caught the flash of blonde hair off to his other side, deep in the woods. "Al-freic!" came her haunting call again, as if daring him to search her out.<br/><br/>Then there were a pair of hands slipping up and around his face, covering his mighty eyes. "Guess who?" she murmured with her signature giggle. She had to stand on her tippy toes to play this game, and the man could feel her small body, pressed tight against him for support. Most maddening were her ample breasts, pressed against his back.<br/>