Mind your <sup>own</sup>

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}

Mind your ^own
IP: 68.6.182.238
Posted on December 7, 2009 at 03:00:09 AM by Santeria

Her emeralds took in the two femoras hungrily, waiting for the Alpha, or even a random wolf to come by. Then these bitches would be on their bellies, begging for mercy. Then again, her short lfe began to flash before her eyes. Her birth, the only of the litter. Then, her mother, tenderly cleaning her unique pelt. Finally, the arrival of her stillborn brothers and sisters. Mother, tears flowing endlessly, harshly cursing at her, snapping her jaws around her front leg, then flinging her across the den. Pain engulfed her vision as she landed with a sickening thud. That was when her back leg had been nearly snapped in half, and healed abnormally. Her gait wasn't affected that much, but yet the pain of the improper healing ached her.

Auds of gray perked as the cocky fae spoke. Her sapphires blazed with anger. Nothing was going to stop these little words from playing out of her potty mouth.

Fuck you, bitch. Whoever told you to speak?

Her little limbs carried her away from the scene in a little prance-like gait. Not too fast, not too slow for the fae to catch her. Laughing, Santeria loped away, into the forest surrounding Malignant.
(not on the borders or in them)

Replies:

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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