Just pull the trigger

Malignant Felicity is a paradisaical abode to the faithful remains of a mighty pack. Once ruled by the magnificent wolf Genocide, now the wolves of this pack follow the laws of the Alpha Lance, son of Sorna, Beta and Genocide's best friend...

The sounds of crashing water fill your auds as you enter this tropical paradise. The tall trunks tower above you. The treetop canopy's seem to shade the beautiful land from the sun's rays. What a paradise this place seems. This place dubbed Malignant Felicity. As you draw closer to the boarders a stench slowly devours the air around you. The stench of death.

"Beware..." scream the birds from above you. "She kills for games. She kills for fun." Something deep inside tells you to listen. Your body tells you not to go no further. Do you listen or do you dare move into the pack borders. This could be a life or death decision...

Follow the Queen, or become a corpse that lines her border. The choice lies with you.

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Just pull the trigger
IP: 68.6.182.238
Posted on November 26, 2009 at 05:49:15 AM by MIss Murder

You can see my heart beating
you can see it through my chest

Her crisp, powdery pelt shook freely as her knives guided themselves to a farmiliar border. It's scent entered her airways like a fresh wift of air off the salty ocean, cleansing her nostrils, but leaving a bitter and undeniably irresistable after tone. Pink muscle lurched from her muzzle and gingerly carressed crimson-soaked scars. Banner settling low, auditories pricking.

I'm terrified, but i'm not leaving
I know that i must pass this test

Her emerald orbs took in the bloody scene before her, careful to stay behind the prominent line. Mere yards away, lay a mangled corpse of a brujo. His jaw and part of his muzzle was gone, but was quickly gound again by her occulli. They lay on the ruby terra-firma, feet away from the lifeless fae's frame. Her orbs were glazed over, seeing nothing but infinite darkness. This was a artisit's work, so beautiful and planned out. The crimson complimented the bloody remains, the jaw, the jugulars, the organs of sound. She could only imagine how beautiful this gothic orchestra must have sounded as the life slowly drained from each filthy bodice. Haunches met the ground as her mind took in and admired the scene before her.

So just pull the trigger...

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