{ somewhere%01 someone is dead }

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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{ somewhere, someone is dead }
IP: 70.245.159.78
Posted on October 15, 2010 at 06:19:16 AM by { n o b o d y }

He does not remember why he awakes tangled with the body of a drappa, her jaws slack and her heart on her loose tongue, but he does not bother to delve into it. Strange occurrences like this had been happening for almost two years now, though it kept the male strong, lean and fit with constantly coiled muscles; a daily diet of wolf meat was good for you, in all truth, and it had done {nobody} quite well. Even now he easily navigates the stretch of land before the border, dull golden eyes and gray pelt mute beside the paradiscial land; he did not boast good looks or how many wolves he killed, nor how evil he was. He never cleaned the blood off his pelt with his own tongue because it set off a bomb in his head, and because he didn't know it was there.

As the male neared the border he lowered himself, though not in to a full submit of of caution, muscles tense and nostrils filled with the constant scent of blood.

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