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 24, 2011 at 08:07:49 PM by Silver Bullet
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Tingly. That was what Queens had wanted him to feel when she'd brushed their pelts in the slightest of touches. And if she had asked him what he had indeed felt, he would have said that he most certainly had felt tingly. But not in the "I love you" sort of way. More like his nerves felt like they'd been caressed and were jumping in response. A purely physical reaction over an emotional one. It was nice though, to be touched, especially by one so daring and lovely as his queen. He wasn't particularly interested in getting crotchety with her, though he liked the flirtiness between them. It was a safe zone to flirt with Queens since she did so with practically every male member Silver Bullet had laid eyes on. However, the fact that he could smell pups and two other males, one being his past alpha Sidorio, even faintly on her coat, kept him at bay from asking anything more of the illustruous female. Hence why he hadn't commented on anything of the encounter with Line. That horrible excuse for a wolf was such a disgrace. she'd demanded respect of Silver Bullet, which had made him want to laugh and gag at that same time. Gagging was probably the motion he was leaning more towards when Queens had shown up and issued an utter threat to the wretched sot. While it would have been fun to be tasked with chasing the burly femme off, SB was just as delighted to escape having to bite the flea-ridden, cannibalistic mongrel. The vampire was positively certain that she would have tasted worse than rotten, maggot infested deer. The omega made a face of disgust as he trotted along. The ess had just been so...ew. Silver Bullet realized that he couldn't even think up a truly good adjective for his emotion towards the now gone canine at about the same time that he found a new scent to pick up. In contrast to Line's matted, filthy fur and assaulting scent, the female that Silver Bullet spyed upon from the top of a low lying ridge some distance up-wind was rather beautiful compared to the long string of ruined creatures he'd been answering. His crystal clear blue eyes focused on her for a moment as he paused in his trekking. His interest had been piqued, so he began manuevering his way down the ridge, heading in the ewe's direction. The trees closer to her seemed like a good place to pause once more and study her more closely without letting her see him. Peeking through a large grouping of bushes, he figured she could probably smell him by now if she hadn't already. The wind had changed in her favor in any case. Head held low, he lined up his vision with a thinner section of scrubbery and gave her a thorough inspection. She was somewhat crouched, not threatening, yet not truly vulnerable either. 'She has brains,' Silver Bullet deduced from the way she held herself. It would be stupid to make herself completey defenseless if there was no pack member around to answer her, yet not really brilliant to look defiant either. He gave her a tick on his imaginary scoreboard, chalking up a point for intelligence. Next, the bronco moved on to her actual body. Past her posture was a fit, young female with a healthy looking brown and black coat. It was rather different from Silver Bullet's own silvery grey and black coat with splattered brown spots on his limbs and his brown painted audits. But Silver Bullet liked people who were different. Variety was always good in his book, though he never accepted the cannibalistic, smelly variety like Line had been. He also wasn't a big fan of those who weren't beautiful. Of course, he was very judgemental about that topic, but as far as this little lamb was concerned, she passed with flying colors for his appearance test too. He gave her another point before lastly pulling his eyes up to her level of sight in an attempt to make eye contact with her. If she hadn't figured out that he was there yet, well, she should be without doubt now. At that point, Silver Bullet saw fit to move out of the bushes. He stepped through, parting them with his body, ignoring the scraping that the twigs and branches brutally attempted to inflict upon him. His pelt was too thick for it to really bother him, so he kept moving. His banner hung at an omega's rank; he hadn't been told he was anything other, so why pretend he was something he's not? His orbs were still looking dead ahead though they held an edge of mryth and laughter to them. He was obviously glad to have been the first to respond. His harks sat alert upon his pate and his limbs stopped their forward motion when he found himself within six feet of the femmora. While she looked absolutely appealing to him, he was never so foolish as to get too close to a wolf attempting to join. He didn't have a death wish just yet, so he always sided with the philosophy of better safe than sorry. Giving a bright, foolish looking, lopsided grin, he spoke softly to the lady. His voice wasn't very deep or perfectly melodic, or even sweet and flutey, but simply pleasant to listen to. "Morning my fair lady. Might you be here to ask for a place among the Mademoiselle Queens' court?" Silver Bullet |
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- You Will Hear The Chaos - By Calypso April 3, 2011 at 03:41:55 AM
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