I <sup> Wright </sup> my <sub> Messege </sub> In Your Blood

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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I ^Wright my _Messege In Your Blood
IP: 75.73.209.204
Posted on January 30, 2010 at 05:52:30 AM by Skylark

Skylark ran after Messenger after a few minutes concerning the pros and cons of watching her being torn to shreads. If she didn't go it would get boring. Her sandy tan corset (which had that look of a almost teen) and her nearly black eyes were observing the surroundings as she walked near the border, but stayed a good couple of meters away- far away enough for the alpha to not think she was on or in there border. There was an oozing smell that came from the inside of the borders. A small smerk came to her delicate lips when she saw some old wolf remains. Before she submitted, she gentley tore open the carcess to see if there was anything she could scavenge from it, considering she was too young to kill another wolf apart from sickly stringy pups, but her attitude and her already slender frame promised her to be a seductive bitch when she got older. She was in luck. Apparently no one here ever ate the wolves after they killed them. It was a little stale smelling but it was warm enough, just a day or two old. She grabbed the stomache. Not the heart. Not the brain. The stomache. It was filled with whatever this wolf had last eaten and the taste slightly resembled rabbit. She felt the blood trickling down her maw and licked it up. She turned to the sky har belly in the air and neck full in view. But Messanger was also in view.

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put your hands in the air and wave em' like you just don't care - By Blacklight February 1, 2010 at 02:52:17 AM
What if I'm Different? - By Skylark February 2, 2010 at 05:08:15 AM

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