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 December 10, 2010 at 02:30:33 AM by Arcadian
Ivory covered muscle moved quickly, almost in a gallop, but rather more a quick collected canter. The alabaster stallion soon found where his mare’s call came from and he smiled at the weeping willow, leaflets dripping to the ground in a thick continuous curtain. She was alone and she wanted his company, he walked forward slowly, enjoying the caress of the curtains parting either side of his pelt and then turned and left them to fall once more, secluding both him and Queens in their shady heaven. Although to be honest, this was more of Queen’s place than his, his personal favourite was a deep thicket in Felicity, which had a small private clearing in the middle. His emerald pools looked over her frame in a casual manner. Although he knew she didn’t have the whole ‘loving mother’ award, she did raise good – define good- wolves, wolves that would survive and that was their job wasn’t it? To procreate? To share their genes? Arcadian gave her a genuine smile and sat next to her, nuzzling her firmly, inhaling the perfume that he simply wasp leased to wear all over the place.
His large paws slid down and a lazy smile remained on his maw while his intelligent eyes darted every few seconds to little noises or so. He now lay down, his creamy belly finally meeting with the earth.
I suppose congratulations are in order.
Now that he thought about it, he didn’t really yet have much of an opinion of pups sired by him, sure, there were probably plenty more out there, he hadn’t been a one wolf kind of guy, but Queens was most definitely different, yet the same. He had not, to date, met a wolf like her. He heard caws and wings flapping above them both, queens little onyx flyers were gathered, although much killing wouldn’t be done unless someone disturbed them, someone that wasn’t wanted, of course. Emeralds narrowed and then he yawned, jaws stretching wide and turned his head to close them on her scruff. A small, yet definitely loving growl vibrated through her skin and his maw to reach her ears. He didn’t really feel like saying much to her at this point, but he could sense she had something to say, so he remained pretty quiet and would let her speak if she wished.
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- white demon¢¾ - By Queens December 15, 2010 at 04:35:26 PM