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.

Refresh/Reload

New York Limits
IP: 98.219.74.4

Auds quickly turning, the brute took notice to the others approch. Taking note of position and smell, his shoulders relaxed slightly. Being a large animal ,like his sister, his mass was enough of a respect.

Glowing eyes watching as the brute spoke, the dark male seemed as bored as he, nothing wrong with some company. After he sat, he paused before speaking in his low tone.

"Alright then."

He returned a slight head bow. His eyes darted around for a moment, tongue sneaking out to rub against large fangs, until his eyes came upon the brute before him once more.

"I'm bronx. You?"

All formalities. He wasn't a polite soul, but names proved helpful at times. Maybe at its worst.

Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->