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 05:46:02 PM by Bloodspill
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Ebon paws hit the floor with littel thuds. I was in no mood for being stealthy, not right now. Besides, it was almost imposibble for a wolf of my size to be stealthy. My dire wolf blood gave me my height. My head was large, but my body matched it. The only thing that was odd, was my short-ish legs. My nose wiggled, the scent of death grew near. A slight relaxed breath came out, this almost felt like home. The only thing that made it not home, was that their was other wolves hear, not dire wolves. My mind went back to swiftkill, my goody two shoes sister. BAH! How could we be related? I was just so, so evil! She was too good, to nice. My occulars shifted from side to side. The crows were anoying right now. One fell from the heavens, at me. My lips pulled back and a savage snarl was ripped from my chest. The damned bird ran. Their would have been a smile on some other morons face, but It wasnt anything speacial, just scaring away a bird. My ears relaxed on my skull, the noises were usual. Birds, other animals scuttling around, water, other paw beating against the moist floor. Wait moist? My skull riased, I squinted at the sky as water dropplets fell. The water hit my pelt like small littel stones. My paws found the floor with littel sloshes. My scent was almost hidden, but still their to the better noses. Finnaly I arrived to the damned boarders. The stench of death made me want to cross, how I loved the smell. It was like perfume to me, best over all the other crap. My auds were on high alert now, no sneaking up on me. I detected movement on my side. A small smirk landed on my maw but was quickly washed away. I waited in a submissive posture, how i hated it. I almost rolled my eyes like a littel bratty girl. A song then ripped out of my mouth, dark yet with a littel beauty. Remember a littel beauty. Bloodspill.::.Female.::.PACK.::.MATE.::.5 |
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- you haven't a CHANCE - By Black Chance June 26, 2010 at 01:30:45 AM