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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mary never has to KNOW
IP: 72.53.194.237
Posted on January 19, 2010 at 04:21:24 AM by evanscence

just once in my life,
i'd think it'd be nice,
to just LOSE control

Once again I had become a shadow amongst many, a periphanelea amongst the live beings, an essence. No longer. I strode with dignity and pride I had nursed back to health like a cat licking its battle wounds. My honeysuckle windows held a feral glint in their fathomless depths and my kissers had along ago positioned themselves in a smile that sent the gods running for cover in their temples in the clouds. My silver chassis, awoken from its seemingly eternal slumber, stretched and curled with devious delight as I loped through Malignant upon agile pads. My mug greedily enhaled scents of blood and death alike...but, what was this? Newcomers, a vixen and two closely mingling hunters. I curled my front body parts and swung them west, my hind quarters swiftly obeying so, now, my lilting over the land was rapid, agile. I sleuthed through the shadows, amber pools easily seeking out the three forms and scrutinizing, studying, their body structures. My own light gray bodice emerged from the murk like a twinkling star. My runway model stature was tense but my silver pelt, which was currently blowing beautifully in the breeze like smoke, covered the rigidness. I had arrived just in time to see the female look away from one of the brujos.
"Well, isn't that interesting?"
My voice was eerie, like an alto flute whispering in the dead of the night, velvety, deepy, alluring, mysterious.
"I see you were all smart enought to submit; what a pity. State your names and why you chose Malignant. And don't just say you're here to be a worthy addition, or that yoj will pritect the pack. We don't just take sluts or manwhores into the land; you need intelligence, a killer's mind and strategic ability. Tell me your weaknesses, your strengths. I will call for Pendulum or Queens, then you may answer." A crafty spark hid in the bright eyes of I as I spoke of weaknesses; obviously they would blurt something useful and I could remember it for later. I lifted my fine skull and let loose a haunting cry, like the sound of a thousand souls tortured in Hades lair, or the shriek of a ghost as it was disspelled from the world before once more surveying the newcomers. Oh how easy it would be to rip their throats and taste their fickle sanguine!

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