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: 68.3.73.91
Posted on July 31, 2010 at 02:45:22 PM by Celtic Cross
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OOC: Ill be gone for a week, moving xP Already, Cross felt his back ache with the position of what he was in. Also, his ears were smushed in the most annoying way and they were renderless against the ground. What was he supposed to do? Detect worms? The male was striding forward, his tail swishing in the higher Greek letter position of delta. Surely, his stride was bound to be coated in respect and dipped in the manicial killing talk, but suprisingly as he spoke, the words were merely calling out for some else to converse with. It was a shame Celtic was submitting, or he would delve into a neutral conversation with the Delta. As he spoke, Cross rolled from his back and onto his side, politely avoiding eye contact with the gentleman. You rang, but I know I'm not the package you were asking for. She'll be along in her own time. Till then, what's your name, bud?" Ah, Bud. A deriative name to demote that Cross was worth no more then a fly on this tropical forest. Typical, and Cross gave credit to that. But he did not deny the tounge a response. Celtic Cross. No more, no less. And I did notice the Queen is absent, but I will comply and not follow the usual havoc of dissapointment. Celtic Cross .::. Male .::. Adult .::. Nomad .::. Mateless |
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