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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Posted on February 20, 2010 at 03:10:20 AM by Demon
I'll degrade you. The demoness' auds stayed relaxed despite her discomfort with the loud crashing from the waterfall, but her guard was not let down. In this new world that she had only come to know for a short period of time, everyone expected such great things from the wolves that made it here. They automatically assume you're always on your guard and always ready for anything that comes your way. But what if you're not? Does that make you any more vulnerable than the next guy who is feigning his strength and supremacy? This world seems to be so fake compared to where she had come from, where everyone had weaknesses and didn't care if they were shown, where everyone would fall once or twice. But it was the strong will and perseverance that kept the weak off of the ground and back fighting again. Demon was not the perfect fighter, nor was she one of these so called "bad asses" that stalked the terra around here. She was just who she was born to be and nothing more. Throw some obstacles in her way and she'll overcome them, but at her own speed and ability. She's not a clone. And she won't hold back to prove it. The hairs on her nape began to prickle as she sensed another presence around her, yet she couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Her ears laid back towards her skull and her stormy blue occuli searched the surrounding area for any sign of moving life. Anyone would stick out in this illuminated forest tonight, the snow made everything much brighter. She felt the presence nearing her and she jumped up, careful not to get too overwhelmed. "Who are you." She didn't turn to look at the intruder on her somewhat peaceful moment. What should have been a question was more like a demand at this point. Once she figured out who her stalker was, she'd lighten up.. maybe. I am called Demon
I was born a female I am now an adult My life is fk'd up I run alone Flanery is my shadow |
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- Perhaps - By Entertainer February 21, 2010 at 07:58:14 AM