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 May 8, 2010 at 01:16:49 AM by Shakra
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In truth she wasn't sure about joining a pack. She had very special needs. Her tastes were different than most. Her black coated figure was invisible as she approached yet another pack. The rest were to clean. And one reeked of the smell of pups. How could you not help but want a taste. Her throat slightly bothered her as the thought of warm predator blood that promised sweet relief. Her black figure swept through the woods at leisure. Eventually she would find some place suitable. The only thing that could be seen in the shadows were her startling icy blue orbs. Her form was not manly but it was tough and muscular. She was well built and in good shape. Her dark black body was curvy and looked seducing and inviting when luring in her prey. Then she would release her prey from it's miserable existence. Suddenly she smelled blood. Not just any blood but fresh wolf blood. It promised to soothe her throat and she moved quickly towards it. Her black feet pounded the ground. She flew in the shadows towards the fresh blood. Before she could reach it she smelled the scent of a pack. She skidded to a stop and stopped right in front of the pack territory. She let out a growl and debated her options. Cross the land and eat her fill, and possibly die, or remain where she was until someone came to her. She let her senses explore all around her. She could smell many things her. Death, blood, sex, all she could think was perfect. She racked her brain to try and remember what this place was called. Malignant! She remembered on of her victims speaking of it briefly before she ended his sad existence. He had spoke only of the alpha Queens. He had said some interesting things about the alpha. Then she had been to worried about eating before the food got cold but now she sat down and thought about what he had said. Queens and her pack were starting to sound like the best place around. Of course she would get her own food and protect her own back before anyone Else's. But if Queens was really like how the wolf had described her she would be an admirable leader. Though Shakra doubted that a wolfess such as Queens would really need anyone to protect her back. She had made her decision. She would stay here. She could here idiotic wolves howling their presence didn't they know that the wolves of the pack would smell the newcomer's scents almost immediately? She shook her head in disgust. Wolves nowadays were just plain stupid. She would not submit fully. Such a thing was repulsive. Showing respect was one thing but getting on ones back unless to get satisfaction of some kind was unheard of. She stood up and backed herself up a few paces away from the border line. She had come dangerously close to crossing the line but thankfully she was smarter than that. Her eyes were alert and waiting for the smallest movement in the woods in front of her. She had stood up out of habit. If she knew that there were strange wolves around she would not be caught sitting down. Her position was relaxed with only a slight hint of it being defensive. Her head was held lower to the ground and her tail was limp behind her. Her eyes however were remaining focused on the woods in front of her. |
Replies:
- I like pain, do you? - By Devil May Cry May 10, 2010 at 10:44:05 PM
I like torture it makes death sweeter - By Shakra May 11, 2010 at 01:37:19 AM
the blood is sweet, but death is bliss - By Devil May Cry May 12, 2010 at 05:16:46 AM