<small> and I wont tell a soul </small> <sup> I wont tell at all%01 oh no </sup>

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 I wont tell a soul ^{I wont tell at all, oh no}
IP: 203.110.5.25
Posted on March 7, 2010 at 04:56:53 AM by Arcadian

His ivory frame danced through the tree�s with the light, but refreshingly cool afternoon breeze. It seemed some little birdies had spread the word about his and Queen�s little rendezvous and he honestly couldn�t give more of a fuck, literally and metaphorically. His nares twitched as he pranced through the woods, just generally happy at nothing in particular. If another wolf were to see him in such a state, they may just feel inclined to join- woe betide to them for he was not a happy playful creature, not at this time anyway. Yes, he was in a good mood, but it wasn�t good enough for him to forgive an intrusion on such a private moment, unless it was the leading lady herself, he would probably just snarl and dance away. He made it to a place Queen�s was famous for and didn�t seem disappointed at all when she wasn�t there. Hm�. He thought for a moment.

A howl abruptly rang out; calling the fine femme, he heard a few caws echo from borders and understood it was feeding time for the onyx angels once more. He smiled and saw a few glints of black circle and then settle in to feed, hopefully his Queen responded but if not, it wasn�t a big deal, all he wanted to ask is would she like to share a nap. It seemed a little stupid to most, but he didn�t dare push back on the curtains of willow to enter her sacred nap area. It was hers, but in a different way to how the whole pack terra was hers, this was for only her, so he let his legs fold and rolled onto his back, letting the rare sun warm his belly. He wriggled on his spine a couple of times and then lay still, not asleep, just resting.
He lay outside the willow curtain, perhaps two or three metres from it, nares twitching barely every thirty seconds for Queens or for someone that wasn�t invited.

His alabaster plumage lashed from side to wide, sweeping dead brown foliage either direction. Radars swirled in opposite directions searching for any invariable sign of life.

Replies:

secrets are always safe with me - By Queens March 7, 2010 at 06:07:11 AM
- By Font March 8, 2010 at 04:50:03 PM
woh, about my goodnight girl, oh lord A - By Arcadian March 7, 2010 at 06:50:16 AM
Do you think about me?A - By Queens March 8, 2010 at 06:02:00 AM
right in the middle of our night - By Arcadian March 9, 2010 at 01:35:01 AM
I've never really been a dreamer, dear - By Queens March 9, 2010 at 02:02:57 PM
then you must be some SWEET nightmare - By Arcadian March 12, 2010 at 02:53:25 AM

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