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 26, 2011 at 05:42:27 AM by Devil May Cry
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My cold wet nose nudges at the rotting corpse and wrinkles up as the dry surface itches my snout. Most of the skin is already shriveled up so that it doesn't look like it ever had any skin at all. The fur lies in small tufts on the ground around the skeletal parts, picked off of the carcass by scavengers and vultures. The bones are scattered, the only thing mostly intact is the ribcage. Walking a few steps from the corpse, I nudge the lower jawbone before pushing it aside with an idle paw. My next target is the ribcage itself as I lunge out, strong wide mandibles closing around one of the rib bones before I snatch back, a snarl ripping from my throat as the bone finally surrenders, ripping apart from the spinal colomn as I stand tall with my prize, victorious. Sunkist voids twinkling, I go find a sunny spot in the middle of a clearing to lie down on the cool surface and chew on my delectable appetizer. It's nothing like a fresh bone, but it'll do for the marrow. My flag pole wraps around my wide set flanks, tapping away to its own beat on the ground as my fangs gnaw away at the outer shell. A snap sounds as I beak a large part of the joint off where the rib met the spinal colomn but at the same time, a snarl not my own rips through the malignant atmosphere. Hm? My curiosity peaked, I lift my large crania, globulars searching the immediate area for signs of the snarler. My nostrils twitch and are rewarded with the rich aroma of estrogen and conflict. Ah, who am I to pass up sexy beasts in confrontation? If only I had some popcorn. Lifting myself slowly to my large snowshoe like paws, I stretch out long and slow, feeling the strong joints pop and crack with satisfaction before righting myself with a soft sigh. Satellites of onyx swivel around on their master, picking up the sounds of femmes squabbling near the borders. Banner waves absently behind my muscular chassi as I step toward the sounds, nares ever alert to just who or what I'm walking into. A grin soon makes its way across my labrums though as the familiar perfumes of not just one fatale I know but two. Metronome, ah, sweet pure Metronome. She must be having some fun with a newcomer or two. I should have recognized her snarl anywhere. Alas, I have had much more time with her sister Stiletto than with her. Of course, I don't regret those two hours of heaven and I never will. I'm sure she won't either. Metronome has her mother's looks though as both the daughters of Queens seem to. Sexy and dangerous, what a beautiful mix. The other familiar cologne is that of Reenoch, the scarred demoness I met on the borders. I let her in because I was starting to grow bored at the borders and there was just nothing more to say. She held up a decent conversation and besides her odd fascination with her own sister, she was decent enough. I let her in on probationary terms, figuring if Queens found anything wrong with her that she could deal with it. I find myself feeling a tinge of worry and maybe even bitterness when I think of the queen of Malignant. I haven't seen or talked to her in some time, though I have heard rumors that she is a mother of a fresh litter now, the father being not one but two old friends of hers. Arcadian, who has been around even longer than I and Sidorio, who was around and gone before I was and is now back again. I even heard he gave up his pack to come here. That's devotion for ya. Of course, devotion isn't really my thing. I am as loyal to Malignant as I have ever been to a pack, but its more that I'm loyal to Queens. Why hasn't she even tried to contact me? I have been patrolling her borders for her, trying to help out as much as possible, the least I could get is a little appearance from her every so often to let me know she's still kicking. Okay, so maybe I have an anxiety problem. Blame the big bad bitch that took me in when my talents would not have been welcome anywhere else. My paw prints soon take me near the borders where the three brutales are still bickering. From what I can hear, Metronome has just made her appearance and let the newest velca in on a technicality, something about teaching Reenoch not to take something that doesn't belong to her. Peering through the thickets, gold painted depths take in the scene. Reenoch stands over a pup, her jaws wrapped almost tenderly around the tyke's body as though she is protecting it rather than threatening to harm it. An angrier set czaress smelling not of the pack stands before her, pools of steel set on the pup like it means the world to her. I guess I'm looking at the juvi's mother then. Pity. And Metronome, sweet sexy Metronome stands off the side, a characteristic grin that's not too far off from my own grinning velvets as she watches the mayhem unfold. I don't think twice, stepping out from behind her lovely curvaceous frame to stand at her left shoulder, just far enough away to feel my ebonite fur pressing against her own midnight pelt. A lone radar swivels to focus on her while the other ventures forward toward the two draggas and the pup. Not wanting to miss out of the action, I glance sideways at the younger minx with twinkling ooids. As do I, so kind of you to invite me to the party, Metronome. |
Replies:
- Lets set the nught on fire - By Reenoch January 26, 2011 at 10:18:10 AM
Like a window to another world - By Skylight January 26, 2011 at 11:07:13 AM
like a moth to a flame - By Metronome January 27, 2011 at 08:12:45 AM
gonna burn this fucker - By Reenoch January 27, 2011 at 11:45:15 AM
Sex drive turned on... - By Karese & Kalika January 27, 2011 at 11:25:18 PM
Like a window to another world. - By Skylight January 28, 2011 at 10:11:35 AM
Bitch what you say? - By Karese & Kalika January 28, 2011 at 12:21:06 PM
Like a window to another world - By Skylight January 29, 2011 at 11:47:34 AM
IN> - By Dee January 29, 2011 at 04:28:53 AM
Was I? - By Tori January 30, 2011 at 11:41:06 AM
-sighs- All involved IN - By Larka January 30, 2011 at 09:46:19 PM
oh - By Alyssa January 31, 2011 at 09:29:38 PM
-smiles- - By Larka January 31, 2011 at 09:54:49 PM
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