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

No second CHANCES [Queens]
IP: 210.246.4.139
Posted on December 25, 2009 at 01:19:03 AM by Black Chance


[OOC: The previous post wont let me change it.]

He had been patrolling along the border for some time now, even crossing it and then diagonally angling himself so to mask even the outside of the borders, perhaps it would keep away some of the more stupid ones, but he did doubt they would never turn up along the borders again. Although he had only recently participated in some of Archie’s very violent games and still had the scent of the foolish brute’s blood on him, he had cleaned off all visual stains and was heading to the falls to relax a bit. In his course he had come across the scent of a newcomer and had gone straight to the nearest border then ran along it, knowing the bush was always clearer around borders. His limbs powerfully struck out and pulled the ground beneath him, soon he was pushing through a screen of foliage to see the fae that that had already submitted after producing a howl. Black Chance paced up to her and then threw up his head and howled as her still echoed, telling Queens that it was under wraps until the devil herself decided to produce her sexy self.

State your name.

The buckskin coloured fae was not truthfully his type, he still honestly was trying to find Huntress, a fae whom he’d spoken with briefly, but not forgotten the encounter since it had occurred. It occurred to him to not get snapped in half by this mysterious, yet sexy devil, but she interested him, which said quite a lot for him. Black Chance wasn’t much of an interesting wolf to those who passed him by, his coat was a blend of dark grey over top and lighter messy grey underneath, giving him the look of a wolf that had had ashen colored paint poured over him and flecked and dripped through his underbelly. Black Chance gave a brief smile to the wolf, just so she wouldn’t immediately think he was a heartless sullen brute capable of no kindness what-so-ever. Still, he could be dark, pretty dark and violent when he wanted to be, an accomplished fighter he was more used to fighting with several wolves at once and therefore his mind worked fastest in a scrap, however, he and his brothers were pretty fuckin excellent at hunting as they all agreed to disagree pretty much all of the time. Once the she-wolf had pronounced her title, he spoke up once more, his deep masculine voice like water over rock.

The alpha should be here shortly. Be sure you are on your back before she arrives.






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