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 March 8, 2010 at 06:02:00 AM by Queens
__________________ She's on fire... I let him study my wound and then gave a slight nod. I moved slowly into the comfort of the willow and a knowing fact he would follow me. I glanced around the willow and moved to its right side. My paw stretched out and swiped at the dirt a few times before I circled and then layed down. My head arched slightly so that Arcadian could clean the wound and that he surely started to do. I wenched at every lap that he gave me. I shivered at the pain with it hurting and also it felt good in a way. I sighed again as another shiver ran across my body. As he finished he moved around to where I could see him. A smile etched it-self on my tiers, I couldn't help but smile at him. That face of his just meant so much to me at this time. Hell, Arcadian was my rock at the moment. To be honest, I trusted him more than my own 'mate' per say. Thanks arcadian. I really needed that. I scooted towards him abit and let my crown rest on his forepaws. I yawned slightly and snuggled my head into his chest. Taking in a deep comforting breath of his scent. Thanks for being there for me Arcadian. I don't know what I'd do without you... ....She's hells angel..    |
Replies:
- 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