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 September 11, 2010 at 09:04:08 AM by Metronome
...Look at her with her eyes like a flame... My orange pools stared from the never ending darkness that surrounded me at the moment. I was tucked neatly into the shadows, lurking, patiently on border patrol. The male that approached seemed halfway crazy, but hell half the wolves in this place was far from mentally sound. That seemed to be moms thing, to find the unstable ones. They where easy to manipulate and scared the wits out of most other sane wolves. The male had a small pup dangling lifelessly from his maw as he approached the borders of Malignant. I didn't make a move, still observing him and his every move. I had already planted the thought if he stepped over the border I was going to end his life. I was a skilled assassin in the art of ripping life from bodies so fast a sound would never have a chance to escape. As he dropped the pup words whispered from his maw. That was my cue and just as if Satan had released his grip on me I slunk from my hiding place. and what exactly are we playing love..hopefully its that wonderful game of get down and beg. Beg that I don't snatch the life from your body and leave you soulless like that carcass you just dropped... I raised a wolfish brow and a smirk rolled over my tiers. I wasn't playing and it was evidently in the way I was now looking at him. My orange pools waiting, daring, longing for him to say the wrong time. I was honestly in the mood to kill something tonight and it was his lucky day. He was my next contestant. |
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