<i><small>and you're just another corpse.</small></i>

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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and you're just another corpse.
IP: 76.190.217.78
Posted on December 27, 2009 at 04:14:55 AM by Kunikpok

Kuni stared at the male blankly, waiting for him to rise so she could go through the generic hello and then leave. Something ticked her off about him, maybe it was the stench of being utmost cocky that dripped from his pelt, or perhaps the fact that---well...cocky about barely covered it, but she'd leave it at that. She had met wolves like him, and if he decided to give her this crap about him being unique Kuni would probably rip his throat out. She was sick of wolven coming to the border saying how scary they were and how much of a blood-thirsty animal they were, how everyone runs; however, not only were they clear as crystal to read, but they were all straight-up posers. So the new pack-member ended up looking the biggest asshole (not to mention loser), and his or her throat would be ripped out in a heartbeat. His eyes scanned her, obviously uninterested, and to this she rolled her eyes. If he honestly thought he could get any better than her, or any other fem in Malignant he may as well go fuck a horse. She watched the brute rise slowly as he faced the beta to speak,

"I am Suicidal Tendencies, love. I am here to join a pack that would accept my unique ways. Most fellow lupines run from me, or call me an anti-christ but it's just the way i am. Nobody can stop me, not even i can. So, why are you here, love?"

The fem's jaw about dropped. He was not serious. He couldn't be. Not only did this half-witted ignoramus just give the most self-centered, idiotic opening line to himself, but, he called her love. Kuni hated that. She was not his love. She was not his friend. And it would be considerably nice to call her his enemy as of now. Her face burned as her delicate coat bristled with obvious agaitation. The newbie was definitely about to get a piece of her mind, while she would hopefully get a chunk of his haunch in return. Exposing her dagger-like pearls a harsh snarl escaped from her pursed tools, ripping through the silence. Her claws dug into the ground and her eyes burned with a feeling of loathing so strong she felt as if she'd just come undone. This was really not the kind of day she expected after coming back to Malignant after God knows how long. Coiling her form like a spring she pounced onto the newcomer, snow exploding from her paws as she propelled her self right below his jugular. Blood boiled as her teeth bared, Queens didn't give her the posistion of beta for just any reason. Her attack was a perfect hit, Suicide was about to have one of the most nasty little cuts he would ever have without being dead, a large chunk being ripped from his neck. Blood exploded into her mouth, adrenaline pumping even harder now, it had been ages since she had put a wolf into their place. As she landed, she turned around to face the wolf, blood covered her maw and she spit out a literal chunk of his neck. Suicide was on the ground, sputtering for breath. No, he wouldn't die...the wound would just need a fuck load of healing time and he would need to make sure to watch his fat mouth the next time he even had the audacity to speak. Snarling, Kuni spoke,

"I am definitely not your love, so do not even think of addressing me like that again you little cocky fuck. Next, I simply just asked for your name..not your tall-tale about how big and bad you are. Know your rank and grow the hell up. Tell me if I need to break that down or speak a little slower."

The fem's voice had a razor-sharp edge, her voice had the potential to freeze the arrogant brute right in his steps..she was not a happy camper. Straightening her stance and throwing out her chest Kuni let out a ferocious snarl, baring her teeth once more. She knew that if this idiot decided to have an attitude with her Queens or Pen would be on his back so quickly that he wouldn't even get the chance to apologize. If Suicide thought a smooth tongue and a poser past made him ready for Malignant, he had a hell of a lot to learn, and Kuni would not mind one bit teaching this to him painfully slowly. The last thing this pack needed were fools that waltzed around dropping the pack name back and forth as if they deserved to be here. Psh. Amatuers. Flicking her tail Kunikpok was like a statue, stayed in an attack-ready, yet casual stance facing the fallen brute. If there was any day that she wanted a fight, today was not one of them--too bad for him she was all too ready for one.

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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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