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 January 14, 2011 at 02:05:57 AM by Silver Bullet
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What would you say to a party that never stopped? He'd say "See you there." A man that treated you right? He'd laugh and ask "Are you serious?" What about a damn good time? Ha, forget an answer, he'd show you one. That was how Silver Bullet rolled. He saw females as his toys and males as his buddies. After all, it was quite fun to toy with a girl's emotions. Give them enough pleasure to wet their whistle and then take it all away. They come crawling back for more, garaunteed. Bullet understood that. It was how he succeeded in life. Even better, he'd learned that making friends with all the guys your women hang out with is a good idea. Being their friend means they won't get jealous if you take a liking to a girl they may have interest in. Of course, you always had to look out for those who have already claimed a girl. They get rather nippy with that crotchety posession in their mind. Bullet didn't really care though. He knew that the ladies were really free to do as they pleased and couldn't be owned. If you trapped one, they fought back. But if you did it right, they came to you. Today though, Bullet was going looking. He wasn't hoping to find anything too particularly interesting, nothing to really steal all of his attention. Hell, he'd never given anything in his life his full attention. He had yet to meet a creature or object to which he would freely infatuate himself with. Most likely one of the main reasons for his skipping from girl to girl all the live long day. Something about today felt different though. Like he would make some great discovery or find something worth his time. He'd been walking for an awefully long distance and let his mind wander for a bit before a perfume caught his nares. Not just any perfume. Wolfess. A female had been this way not long ago and she smelled delightful. Bullet followed his nose, marveling in this new scent as it grew ever so slowly stronger...until it disappeared in a tangle of other scents. Bullet sat down and sighed. A pack. Of course, the great smelling girlie was in a pack. He could smell the mix of other women in the scents and had to make a decision. The urge to cater to their whims overpowered his need to wander, so he tilted his skull back and howled. Oh the things he did for women. After that, he reclined on his grey haunches, looking down at his brown splattered limbs. When he was a pup, he used to believe that the brown spots were just mud splatter, so he would spend hours, sometimes even a whole day playing in the water to try and wash them off. If anything, he only succeeded in boring himself of the any game having to do with swimming and splashing. Eventually, he got over the fact that they marred his face and legs not because they were dirt or grime, but because he had fur that color in those places. He thought of these memories while waiting, more or less thinking to a neutral kind of time in his past. It was better than the lonliness he'd felt when he was traveling. Maybe a pack was what he needed after all. A pack full of women would please him to no end, but he had no qualms about sharing them with others. He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relax before letting a wide yawn out that gave off his air of boredom. Silver Bullet |
Replies:
- Come on baby light my fire - By Reenoch January 14, 2011 at 03:05:45 PM
just tickle me pink - By Queens January 15, 2011 at 02:39:48 AM
come on baby light my fire - By Reenoch January 16, 2011 at 06:51:12 PM
Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet January 16, 2011 at 08:42:33 PM
its hot in here - By Queens January 19, 2011 at 10:30:25 PM