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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Cock it back and then watch it go
IP: 210.246.6.240
Posted on February 4, 2010 at 06:01:14 AM by Doughnut



He smiled at Demon, quite liking her style, he watched a few crows pass overhead, headed for Queens and the newcomers that she was with, Those giant onyx birds seemed to be a good prediction of how well the newcomer was doing, they seemed to pick up on any tense or distressed vibe and generally when Queens didn’t like you, she showed it and then, your in trouble, my not-so-friend. Arcadian had truly also been wondering why his brother was still here, he had said himself he was going to leave, but obviously the jungle trained sprinter had found solitude and a nicer climate within this hell’uva paradise. Arcadian coughed tactfully and then straightened his posture getting the faes full attention before even opening his mouth.

Very well Demon, you may enter the ground, but do remember Queens has the final say, so don’t make yourself too comfortable.

Arcadian gave a little nod to beckon her in and for good measure rubbed some pack scent on her, enjoying the fact she’d get some nice sensations in there as well. He chuckled slightly and then trotted into nowhere, his ivory pelt making him disappear in this frosty playground. He liked this fae immediately; she had the sort of playful, fictive nature that Queens inherited; only she had perfected said nature to its peak.
He looked once over his shoulder, watching her first steps into the terra and then went on to the next newcomer, one of which his brother had welcomed.
How interesting.


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