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 June 25, 2010 at 05:14:43 AM by Arcadian
If I go crazy, will you still call me superman
His blank pelt with the thick dorsal stripe that irregularly started halfway down his back was all but a glance as he bounded back into the pack lands. A large hare dangled from his jaws, most of it gone, he planned to pick it clean and have a nice little nap, perhaps play fight with his brothers. It was usual to have a good knowledge and practice of fighting two wolves at once and it was also useful that they actually meant to hurt him, no bars held, they fucked him up time and time again until he was able to fight back. It took a slight measure of rage and a trained agility, enough to move fast, controlled in style and he constantly wished for the ability of eyes in the back of his head. His well-muscled frame trotted casually through the border and at once he sniffed and picked up a nice little gathering. He dropped the remains of his prize and licked his lips with lust.
Mm….Queens was around.
The air always seemed thick with musk every time that bitch chose to fuck with the heads of brutes; she messed with their craniums too. He drew in her sharp, bittersweet aroma and proceeded forward. It didn’t take him long to find the gathering, where he mentally checked off the wolves he saw. Entertainer and Devil May Cry, both seemingly entranced by Queens younger offspring. Arcadian ignored the little trio and trotted over to Queens quite happily, sure, her daughter was hot, but inexperience was something that only time would cure. Give her a few years and she would probably make one decent lil’ fucker. Arc wagged his tail happily and lowered him out of respect, licking the bottom of her maw for the same reasons. His tongue may have strayed to caress the lower crease of her mouth, but only she would know. Queens was an undeterminable creature of moods and you never really knew how to approach this creature, so Arcadian saw it best to shoot first and ask questions later. What’s risk without life…something along those lines? Arcadian moved to sit next to Queens and whispered into her ear, not because what he had to say was a secret, but more because it gave him an excuse to be closer to her.
It seems your daughter has some of the power over brutes you hold. How have been dear Queens? I missed you…
A chuckle rippled out of Arcadian’s throat and he called sarcastically towards Devil.
Watch out for the thorns on that beautiful rose, Devil.
He mimicked the concerned tone that Devil taunted Entertainer with. Arcadian glanced to Entertainer, figuring he must have at least half brain for Devil to talk with him and not remove his head from the rest of him. It was clear to Arc how much Devil hated idiots, in fact the stench of a freshly killed brutale hung low to the ground from the close by border. Arcadian sniffed and enjoyed the refreshing scent of death, the scent that clung to him even after his short absence from Malignant Felicity for a hunting trip with his brothers. They had caught a small buck and proceeded to fight over it as usual. Arcadian was bored and he did miss the little flirty conversations with Queens. Perhaps she would excuse herself from some cough alone time with Queens. As usual, it would be on her decision, as everything in this fine pack was, but he didn’t mind, as she usually made the more pleasing decision.
my superhuman, my anti-kryptonite
Replies:
- you would never reach mine even if you tried - By Devil May Cry June 25, 2010 at 08:14:11 AM
Just like a CYCLONE - By Huntress June 26, 2010 at 06:25:36 AM
But still you believe - By Stiletto June 28, 2010 at 07:00:08 AM
Can you handle what im bout to do - By Entertainer July 20, 2010 at 02:35:58 AM