<div class="floatright">(http://i.neoseeker.com/ca/final_fantasy_xiv_conceptart_RiacG.jpg)</div><strong>Alec Varys</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1269011)<br/>Place: Unknown<br/>Time: Unknown Time<br/>Tagging:All<br/><hr/><br/>Alec was taken aback by Maldred's actions and the confusion only grew until a new sensation surged up out of the fog it was causing in mind. Pleasure, similar to the hot, electric thrill she got from doing horrible things to her kin and clan but it reached deeper. Once the initial shock passed, what came next was a snap of the elbow would likely break Maldred's rib to force him to back off as he spun on him with murder written on hisface. But he caught himself before lunging at him with the aim to throttle the afterlife from his meager elven shell. The promise of real power was still as alluring as any other mountain of gold or promise of conquest.<br/><br/>"OH FOR THE LOVE OF...." he shouted in confusion Then realized he was laying in a fairly large puddle of her own bodily fluids as a result of the stimulation.  Alec groaned and shook his head as he got up out of the bed feeling somewhat ashamed still.<br/><br/>But he still felt the need to hit something, and upon approaching the elf, he'd draw a huge fist back and slugged him square in the side of the chest; but not with full force, then caught him by the arm and gave him a couple more rather hard punches to the face and upper body before releasing him.<br/><br/>"Ugh fuck. Lathander, that lying asshole" He growled.