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 August 29, 2010 at 04:38:19 PM by Celtic Cross
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Celtic Cross had an enternal feeling this was going to get nowhere. The male was in a postrate form, sprawled forward with long appendages reaching across the sticky stems of grass. The heat was boiling down, brining an acrid scent of death and decay. The titan lifted his furred skull, sharp lints of light leering off the patches of hair that caught the sun. Celtic should have recognized this before; as the form of a dead canine rose up from the ground. Crimson seemed to weave across the upper chest and neck. Swollen muscles bulged, and pearly blank orbs rested in their holders, staring up at the brightening sky. The stench was even more overwhelming, especially to one with the wolf's senses. Flies buzzed, and maggots hummed like earrings. Charming, . The brute's selfconsciousness started to wax, and he stood up, ears flicking to catch the delta's voice. Religious? I am only pious to the ghosts that hunt this realm as we speak. As for my belonging, it appears that I have made a small mistake. May we meet again, . Celtic left the words dangling like Christmas lights before turning on wide paws and trotting off in the direction he came. Better luck next time... OOC: Sorry for the long wait x.x Celtic Cross .::. Male .::. Adult .::. Nomad .::. Mateless |
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