<sup>Pain</sup> is just another <sup>emotion</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.

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^Pain is just another ^emotion
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Posted on December 24, 2009 at 02:23:57 AM by Suicidal Tendencies

As dark as the starry sky, my pools washed over the scarlet-scarred landscape. My dreams of malice and destruction were nimble fairytales compared to this. Many wolves would call this place horrid, even anit-christ, if you may. Now, i found that very wrong, in fact my name for it would be Malice in Wonderland, actually. My voice was thinly coated with a british accent, but that was all. Emeralds glittered and danced while they joyfully approved of each carcass that my figure happened to stumble upon. I wasn't like all the other emo-like pities. No, i actually had a personality, i could at least control myself when placed in front of a bloody-raw piece of meat. Not that i didn't want to sink my chompers into it.

Once more, tan limbs brought my corpse unto yet another scene of undeniable torture. The flesh had just begun to rot and little white maggots were wriggling beneath the thin flaps of carnage. Somebody with quite an artist's point of view must have done this, because frankly, the brujo's head was halfway across the clearing and his drappa's was about a mile from it's body. Yes, small particles of their control panels (brains) were strone about, carelessly, but yet with the uttermost attention. My time was taken for a few seconds by this picaso, and again my bodice moved on. Sensories found the relatively fresh scent of the Alpha a few meters from the border.

I decided it was in my better health to stay put, than to track the leader's scent and be massacred. Nonchalantly, i rolled from my previous position into a submissive pose and let my organs of sound do their work, letting my presence be known to whom cared to listen. I was already beginning to like this madhouse.

Replies:

hello my plaything. - By Kunikpok December 24, 2009 at 06:59:42 PM
^Blood is just another ^liquid - By Suicidal Tendencies December 27, 2009 at 01:08:21 AM
and you're just another corpse. - By Kunikpok December 27, 2009 at 04:14:55 AM
Ah, the ^pleasure - By Suicidal Tendencies December 27, 2009 at 09:34:34 PM
sick little games - By pendulum December 30, 2009 at 01:45:06 AM

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