I don't practice <sup>santeria</sup> i ain't got no <sup>crystal</sup> ball

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}

I don't practice ^santeria i ain't got no ^crystal ball
IP: 68.6.182.238
Posted on December 6, 2009 at 05:24:18 PM by Santeria

Despite her apparent fear, nothing showed in her deep, emerald pools. Her small appendages whined their complains, yet she kept going. Nothing would make her stop this endless run. A run from her mother. After the bitch had given birth to her second litter, (they were all stillborn) Santeria was beaten constantly for it. She had been blamed that she was the fucking reason daddy had left. She was the reason her siblings were dead. The abuse never ended with her jezebelle of a mother.

Fuck her, fuck the whole damned world. Those words kept repeating themselves in her only 3 month old mind. After all, she had learned them from mommy. Mostly, San had learned to fend for herself, but snapping back at mom only made things worse. More harsh curses and more spells of being thrown across the den floor. No matter, she must focus on now, and where the fuck was she?

The strong scent of Alphas hit her lika bat to a man's groin area. Suddenly her limbs wouldn't move any longer, they had realized what her juvenile mind couldn't. She was on the pack's border. By the smell of it, there had been many but not really numerous newcomers. None of them smelled of pup, that was bad, wasn't it? Crap, Santy, you just got yourself into a flippin dungeon full of mass murders and they're all looking at you. Fuck.

Replies:

.R. .E. .D. _{[D E A T H]} - By Huntress December 6, 2009 at 11:11:38 PM
Don't even ^think about it - By Santeria December 6, 2009 at 11:32:09 PM
Bite your tounge^bitch - By Metronome December 7, 2009 at 02:33:44 AM
Mind your ^own - By Santeria December 7, 2009 at 03:00:09 AM
Rip your heart out.. - By Metronome December 9, 2009 at 07:36:47 AM
.R. .E. .D. _{[D E A T H]} - By Huntress December 13, 2009 at 05:25:40 AM
Eep >.< - By Ryukai December 8, 2009 at 03:02:08 AM

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