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.
IP: 66.21.98.194
Posted on April 30, 2010 at 02:05:48 AM by Queens
__________________ She's on fire... It didn't take long before the reactions began pouring out of the brute. I kept my ground as my own set of hackles stood at attention and my auds pressed as hard as they could be against my crown. The dry laugh that exited his maw caused a rumble to expose it-self in response. I wasn't feelin' like i wanted to be laughin at anything much less laughed at. Then his own growl came back at me and honestly, at this point I was preparing my-self for our meeting to get ugly. I watched him with burning ambers as he spoke of how it wasn't my place to care for his sanity. Hell, he may not have asked for me to have the responsibility but I still felt like it was there. Fuck all these other fools, I picked you over my own fucking idiot of a mate. You where and you are my everything Pendulum. Don't hate on me for caring for you. if thats a sin than let the gods have mercy on my soul for there is no place for me in the heavens. I adore the earth you walk on, but I do not know if I know this wolf before me. My words of comparison of his brother obviously hit a soft spot. I watched every move his body made, from every hair that shifted with the wind. My demenor never changed and neither did a single muscle. I stood there, like a statue with my head slightly lowered. My pools never leaving his as long as he was looking at me. He started talking about Emore being weak and asked if I needed to be reminded how he dealt with weak wolves. I guess he wasn't fully understanding what I was talking about. I kept listening as he spoke about his sexual actions with the demonican princess and how he was sure I had already heard about it. Actually I had heard, and I wasn't happy with the little whore, but that was a totally different issue. As he ended his little speeches, my aud flipped forwards, my full attention stuck on him. I don't know if I'm more upset at the fact you left and I had no idea what had happened to you or that I felt vanurable for the first time...in a long time. Rumors where going around that you were dead and after a few weeks reality set in and honestly I didn't know what to do. Everytime you leave, i feel like a part of me has been ripped away and it isn't complete again until I see your face. I can't count the sleepless nights I've spent worrying my-self sick over where you are. The girls have been asking me as well, and I have no answer for them because I don't know. I don't like that you think I am being selfish and I didn't care about you but more about me because that is hardly the truth. I sighed softly and found my rump meeting the ground. I felt a tear swelling up in my pools and i quickly turned my head to the side and gave it a little shake, trying to disfigure the tear. Do you even want me anymore? Because, i've never wanted anything other than you. I can honestly say I don't think I could care for someone more than I do for you....but I will leave the decision up to you weither you want to stay or go. I sighed softly and gathered my-self back up and looked back at him. It was hard for me to throw the ball in his court, but for once in my life I was going to swear my emotions on my sleeve and not to soon after another tear traveled the road the one before it had. I was emotionally putting my-self out there just for him, and if that meant nothing then I didn't know what else would. ....She's hells angel..    |
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