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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But still you believe
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Posted on December 18, 2009 at 02:22:03 AM by Stiletto




At first it seemed the night was completely still. Save for the crows that followed her, of course. Stiletto had grown accustomed to her cawing friends, always looking for a free meal. It seemed all the women in her family had a small following … her mother’s the largest flock of course. That made perfect enough sense, though, since she had been around longer. And had given them so many feasts … the ebony princess was surprised that they weren’t all fat birds, unable to lift their weight from the left overs of their feast. Her pale yellow eyes shifted from her dark friends toward the direction of another dark figure. This one lupine, though nothing she worried over since his scent was clearly that of Malignant Felicity and her mother. Quite strongly of the latter, which made her curious, though unknown to the teen, after fucking her mother he had bathed, and didn’t smell like her any more than most males in the land. Yes, Stiletto was very used to that.

Once he noticed her, it was as if her body was magnetically linked to his eyes. At least temporarily … and it drew a small smirk to her lips. She certainly was something to be admired, though had not gotten the attention that was sure to come until now. At least not so directly … males were careful with her, doing no more than looking, and probably their share of fantasizing. Not only because she was “just a teen” but also because she was the alpha’s daughter. As tempting as she might have been, no one really wished to risk feeling her mother’s wrath. She didn’t blame them, though honestly she wished some male had the balls to come up and at least flirt. Well, not an annoying little shit or some ugly fucker, but you know, someone like … well …

Like the one that was still just staring at her. It started to seem a bit disappointing, actually … if all he wished to do was sit and stare then perhaps he ought to move out of the way for some willing male. He was rather like some dark, sexy demon that she had been wishing to find … but if his mind didn’t work then no, he was no good to her. Or was he that concentrated on her looks? The thought made her mentally giggle, though nothing happened outside her thoughts.

”Well, hello there.”

So, it does speak. Nothing less than a charming voice, deep and masculine. Her head cocked slightly sideways in a fake clueless manner, in a way so that he would know she was playing, and not really clueless. With her smirk growing slightly, she rose and then leapt gracefully from her perch. She walked towards him, first stopping in front if him and looking into his eyes … not a challenging sort of way, but more seductively than anything. After running her tongue across her lips, not really doing that on purpose, she began to walked a circle around his muscular form. As she did this, her tail traced all the bands of muscles and such along his form. As she was circling his rear and heading back towards his front, her voice – syrupy in a way not dissimilar from her mother’s – came from her throat. It was different, yes, not yet developed fully in having a talent of producing her mother’s sugar coated lyrics … but quite seducing all the same. Even a little innocence that made it all the more her voice and not her mother’s.

Hello indeed … I don’t believe we’ve met?

By the time the words had completely exited from her lips, she had made her way around and was once more in front of the male.

I’m Stiletto, and how may I help you?

Or perhaps what she might have said was “how can I help you to help me?” It was enough to make any adult sigh and think of the days when they were hormonal and full of youthful energy. A beautiful thing for wolves such as Queens or really most of the wolves in this pack for that matter. After so long of watching her mother interact with males … now it was her turn to use what she had learned … a student taking what it’s teacher had to offer and putting it into real world situations. Hell yeah.




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