Don't even <sup>think</sup> about it

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}

Don't even ^think about it
IP: 68.6.182.238
Posted on December 6, 2009 at 11:32:09 PM by Santeria

Before the jezebel could make her way to the pup, Santy had already risen from her sitting stance. Hackles raised, her lyrics were barely heard between clenched canines.

Back off, or i'll rip you to shreds. It'll be as easy as it was with mother.

As the little pup glanced up, shock filled her expression. This femme was so similar to her mother that they could have been twins. It couldn't be her. Santeria had injured mother so that her filthy limbs could serve her no longer. She was still alive, yes, but that did not matter right now. Her occuli never wavered from the doe's gaze, locking her focus only on her. Backing slowly, banner unsure if it should raise itself, or cower like a pitiful bitch.

She was deeply terrified, emeralds masking her real expression. A deep rumble in her tiny chest escaped as a snarl. A warning if you might say. It may look like you could over power her easily, but really she had the skill and strength of a warrior. After all, she was behind the border now and nothing bad could happen to her. Unless she let it. The femora wouldn't get this pup, not today.

Replies:

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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