<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2388470#msg2388470">Quote from: Pistolero Fantasma on 28-10-2009, 01:46:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate, Soldier</strong> <em>With M. Windower</em><br/>...<br/>In the present, he was in a daze, his arms extended upwards just as that particular day that the Falcovnians had destroyed his life.  His gaze wavered as he exited his stupor, and watched as his hand was anointed in the moisture of Ms. Windower.  Alfreic wiped his fingers across his cheeks and stood.  He crushed his pipe with his boot.  The soldier then unclasped his shirt, and off it went.<br/><br/> "...  Hold enow, thou ghastly cravens," he said in a beastly growl, looking now like a savage.  "For the reaper comes to take the note that your whores of mothers signed the day of your births!"  And with that, Alfreic ignored the pain in his hip and began running through the forest, darting between trees, his countenance looking cruel, unhinged and utterly evil.   "Alfreic Slate comes, and wherever he goes, fate cannot abide you Falcovnians!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br/><br/>This has turned into a combat, and I'm moving it to (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51362.msg2395814#msg2395814)<br/><br/>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)