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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She cuts you once, she cuts you twice
IP: 76.253.103.151
Posted on June 20, 2010 at 09:31:21 AM by Stiletto




Even though the alpha's daughter was now a freshly turned adult, she had experienced more than most any teen would have. Ah, this would be expected from a child of Queens'. Stiletto had been out for a while … socializing, you might say. Her pale, yellow eyes glittered with energy. The young, ebon vixen had slept before returning home … so she was young and wide awake. She hoped something would keep her from that dreaded, late night boredom once she arrived. Now, this femme had been a beauty as a teen … and as unbelievable as it was, she had become even more appealing upon entering adulthood, despite just barely having done so. Her muscles were toned out nice and smooth, lining her thin, curvy frame. And her curves … not boney, as we've already discussed her nicely defined muscles, but her figure was curvy in that perfectly rare sort of way. The way that appeared delicate but you knew had power behind it. Her fur was luscious … giving an appearance like ink, but to the touch was like velvet. The way she walked was with an almost dangerous swag, with a natural, gentle sway of the hips that was just there enough to draw a male to the brink of craziness.

Her feminine steps traced the border of Malignant Felicity. Her tail was up … not like an alpha, but swaying casually at a comfortable height. She would have entered the terra by now, except she smelled a couple stallions up ahead about twenty yards or so. Drawing closer, she heard some snarky talk back and forth. As she rounded the corner of foliage, she saw one male unfamiliar to her outside the border, and one she knew very well on the inside. A devilish little grin played on her features. She first pulled up beside the ivory male, letting her windows scan his form and then meeting his eyes.

Boys, boys, boys …

Her seductive tone dripped from her tongue. She giggled, drawing her gaze up to Devil. Her old friend Devil. He was her first, and to be quite honest, her best. Which was rather a disappointment … not on his account, but really? He had to go and ruin sex for her? Sure, she had some good encounters since then, but none quite as satisfying. She walked forward towards his dark form and circled him, tracing his muscles lightly with the tip of her tail, pulling her feathery plume away as she circled around and stood on his other side, facing the ivory wolf. She then continued where she had left off in her speaking.

... let's play nice now.

ooh what a naughty little scene stealer




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