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 March 2, 2011 at 02:15:55 AM by Silver Bullet
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That could have gone better. His entrance was flawless, of course seemingly ignored by the queen. Perhaps he would be her fool. The fool who was trusted to make smart, witty remarks, perhaps even be so blunt as to state the truth whether it was wanted or not, for that was how Silver Bullet was. Besides, he didn't want her body. He wasn't stupid enough to pine over a woman who'd been taken. So perhaps he could one day become her fool, her jester of sorts, who enterained her in her courts. But for now, he had simply settled for attempting an introduction. Attempting, simply because Devil didn't seem very happy to reciprocate the attempt. He gave a lippy growl and hardly let SB finish his words before snapping out a rather rude reply. The silver bronco narrowed his eyes a little and leaned away to a more comfortable sitting position, but he wasn't about to be scared by some jerk. Instead, he'd do what he did best and open his big trap to poke fun at the rudeness that his packmate had just displayed. "Well fine then, I'll just call you jack ass every time I see you." He spoke softly under his breath. If Devil had been listening, he would have heard it, though Silver Bullet had no clue if he had or not. Queens had promptly caled the bronco over to her side, so for all the vampire knew, he could have been whispering to the wind. Whatever. It was no problem for Silver. He could care less about making masculine friends. In all honesty, he really only tried to befriend them just to keep his ass safe later if he screwed up. It was easier for a friend to forgive another friend than strangers to forgive one another. Not that SB planned on making any mistakes in the near future. He rolled his shoulders, glancing about the group again before sprawling out on the ground in a relaxed, reclined position. His brown speckled limbs spread out from his body as his rib cage and his flank met with the cool earth. His banner nestled gently into the hip that carressed the grass. One ear flicked casually towards Queens and Jack Ass while the other clung to his skull to point flatly away, listening to nothing in particular. His hearing was fairly good, but even he wouldn't be able to eavesdrop on whatever the czaress spilled to the devil by her dais, so there was nothing to really do but wait. Silver Bullet |
Replies:
- Living in Black & White - By Zerachiel March 3, 2011 at 03:06:06 PM
eyes on fire - By Queens March 6, 2011 at 09:42:27 PM
It's time the fucking step... - By Matchitehew aka The Midget Man March 8, 2011 at 11:41:56 PM
One, Two - By Baku March 15, 2011 at 00:21:57 AM
how many seconds it takes to kill a fool - By Devil May Cry March 21, 2011 at 10:37:20 PM