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 11, 2011 at 09:42:42 PM by Silver Bullet
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The meeting had been rather interesting. He hadn't exactly made any new friends, though Queens had shot him a look that gave him the deep pleasure of smiling. Eyes could speak volumes about someone, and Queens' were no exception. The czaress had obviously wished to speak with him, though he'd watched the same look point in the direction of Jack too. Yes, that would be an appropriate shortening of the nickname Silver Bullet had deemed to the pack's delta male. Not wanting to talk, well that was understandable. Uttering a three word threat without so much as a hesitation, well, that right there simply asked for Silver Bullets hateful taunting. Not that he really hated Devil. In all honesty, the brute was more shoved in the "not worth my time" category for the moment. Silver would worm his way into Devil's personal space later. Right now, the scent of a trespasser seemed more important, hence his wandering away from the slow going meeting. He'd also been a little disgusted by the male who'd dragged in a dead pup as an offering. What use was a dead pup, really? It wasn't food, and the only thing Silver Bullet could think of that it might effectively do is prove brutality and stink up the place if it was left to rot within the pack lands. But whatever. Queens had seemed somewhat pleased to see such a thought expressed, so Silver Bullet dismissed it as yet another thing that wasn't worth his time. At least not until he drew closer to the femmora near the outskirts and paused in a stand of bushes to watch her odd motions. She wasn't graceful. Not at all. If he'd thought it would win him a nasty look from the ess, he would have made a gagging sound at her antics. The bronco watched with cold crystal clear blue orbs as what clearly looked like a female with too much testosterone hunted a pup who'd made the mistake of crossing into the female's line of sight. Silver Bullet crinkled his nose at such a pathetic scene. And the stench. If the dead pup at the meeting had smelled foul to Silver Bullet, this creature was atrocious. If he'd had eyebrows, he was certain that they would have been singed off by now. 'After this, I am going to take a very long bath...maybe Queens will join me for that little chat she wants' the vampire thought to himself as he listened to the dying pleads of the youth caught in the jowls of the femme. Despite his general dislike of pups, he felt a bit of pity for the thing. The beast wasted no time in eating the pup, and at that, Silver Bullet felt true disgust and really did wrinkle up his nose as he padded out from his watchful position. It is one thing to kill a pup as an offering, it's another to be a cannibal. The look of disgust turned to one of amusement as the female laid down for a moment before lunging at a flock of disgruntled birds. She killed one that looked lame to Silver Bullet. The wing crumpled all too easy in her jaws, so the womanizing jester considers that it was probably injured in the past and that the wing hadn't fully healed. A casual smirk that could be mistaken for a grimace is finally settled on his face as he stops before the creature. He keeps his distance. No self-respecting infintile of Malignant Felicity would stop within three feet of this rank lady, if she could be called such. Not to mention that while Silver Bullet might enjoy riddles and petty games, he had brilliance enough not to place his jugular within this demoness' reach. No, no, he simply stopped with a wolf's legnth between himself and the midnight hewn female. He chuckled quietly as he took in her appearance for the first time, really scrutinizing the details of the wolfess, not just her actions. Ironically, she looked a bit like Sidorio, but he doubted she had any blood relation to him. While he might have come off as a self-important jerk, Sid was merely someone like Silver Bullet who prefered to keep things entertaining, Besides, Sid had been the alpha when Silver Bullet joined Abendrot a while back. Though this xanithroppe looked similar to Sidorio in markings, they were a galaxy apart in personality and demeanor. It bothered the brute that this intruder would feel so comfortable as to lay down in wait past the border for Queens. To think that she could simply call on the czaress and have her come trotting over as if at this female's beck and call. The humor didn't leave Silver Bullet's face, though he felt the anger in his soul. Deciding upon a riddle, he spoke in a rather arrogant tone, full of laughter and myrth. "Who am I but a lowly pack member to respond to one so cruel as to be cannibalistic in nature? Alas, the dear Mademoiselle will not be happy to see such a disgrace. Must I deign to ask whether you wish to challenge my lovely Queens, or to roll over and die trying to join?" Very wordy. He wished to see the confusion on her face from what he'd just said. How entertaining it would be. Of course, someone of her personality would probably ignore his words, merely angered by his presence. It wasn't like he was a terrible sight with his silvery grey pelt, ebon fur strewn in along his spine, and those deep, mischievous blue pools, but he was no aplha either. To send an omega before herself, perhaps the intruder would think it quite rude of Queens. Then again, in Silver's book, intruding was rude and deserved the same courtesy in return. Silver Bullet |
Replies:
- I_LAUGH_AT_YOUR_PAIN_ - By Line March 13, 2011 at 02:54:56 AM
eyes on fire - By Queens March 15, 2011 at 02:25:19 AM
^be gload i let you wake up......^ - By Line March 27, 2011 at 00:11:46 AM
#your life has no meaning to me# - By Line March 27, 2011 at 02:02:04 AM
Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet March 27, 2011 at 02:43:37 AM
eyes on fire - By Queens March 28, 2011 at 01:28:42 AM
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