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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The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood
IP: 76.249.23.54
Posted on October 2, 2010 at 00:00:03 AM by Stiletto




The trio of Malignant princesses were fresh into adulthood. Quite unlike nearly all of her teen months, Stiletto was keeping to the territory. For now, anyways. It had been a while since seeing either of her sisters, and honestly she was ok with that. Loyalty was not one of the most outstanding qualities in the black beauty. There was no question that her closest allies were her sisters and mother, but like any of them she could be a shady character at times. If there was motivation, she would cross you in a second. A straight bitch that you couldn't help but love anyways. At least for the men in her life.

The raven vixen was curled up beside the waterfalls, bathing beneath a golden ray of sun. The warmth soaked through her thick pelt, and reflected off her coat like it was liquid ink. Though her lids were tightly sealed, Stiletto was not sleeping … simply relaxing. Biding her time until some inevitable event would call for her attention. And without fail, a howl pierced the quiet chorus of the pack land. The only sound it didn't disturb completely was the familiar, gentle roar of the falls that laid behind her. She was not exactly sure how long she'd been resting … could have been five minutes, or five hours for all she knew. Time had been lost on her. When that howl came slicing into the air, at first the ebony female remained still. The only movement was her lids, lifting to expose a pair of seductive pale yellow eyes. When the call subsided, Stiletto put her goddess-like body into motion.

Using her limbs to push her smoothly upward, the wolf stretched herself into a few different stretching positions. Have to be all limber and flexible right? After giving herself a bit of a shake, allowing every fur in her pelt to fall perfectly into place, the young adult started on the path. She was in no hurry, though her usual pace was never a slow one. So at her rate she ended up reaching the newcomer within a ten minute walk. Her eyes scanned the -almost- submitting female like a hawk. It was in her nature … to notice as much as she could about a new wolf. This one was laying with her skull pointed skyward. Something about that kind of caught Stiletto's attention … not in a bad way though. Most every newcomer would already have their feet to the clouds and neck out and ready for a bite. While it was necessary, it was also a show of how much they were willing to roll over before the authority even arrived. This waiting female was in position to roll over, but unlike everyone else she seemed to be waiting to put herself in such a weak position. Stiletto's posture told that while she was completely confident of herself, she was nothing more than an omega by rank.

Hello dear … mind introducing yourself?

Paws halted a couple feet away so she stood pretty close to the border. Yes, she would have to call her mother over at some point, but for now he would quench at least the tip of her curiosity. Whenever she took on something of border patrol she always requested a name before actually giving off a howl for the alpha. She figured she wouldn't even worry about the female submitting, at least not until Queens was on the way. As she waited for a reply, her eyes flickered upwards for a second, finding a few crow followers beginning to perch on high branches, and allowed a small smirk to grace her lips as her attention fell back to the foreign wolfess.




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