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 27, 2011 at 02:43:37 AM by Silver Bullet
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The vampire let out a low, long purr of sorts as Queens came sauntering over, always the final say in such matters. She'd shimmied her pelt right up to Silver Bullet's, causing a clash of colors between his silvers and her browns and blacks. A tingly sort of feeling rushed its way up his spine, the kind he generally had as a response to something tickling his fur, like a branch from a bush that scraped him as he walked by. Not that it was an annoying feeling as a bush might be, but simply that it was a sensation he was familiar with. In this instance, it was quite pleasurable, hence his uttered purr of a growl. His clear baby blues never left the offending female as Queens gave a deep warning growl and the threat for Line to amscram if she wanted to keep her life. That made SB grin wide and show a bit of tooth as well. It faded ever so slightly when Line actually took the grudgingly obvious hint and began to trudge away. Oh the disappointment. Here the bronco had thought he was going to get the chance to go on the offensive, but now she was scuttling away. Was being the key word. Just as easily as she had agreed to skitter away, she turned herself about face and came charging for Queens in an attempt on her life. His grin picked right back up, changing into a very gleeful smirk as the ess came barreling forward. Silver Bullet stepped caddy corner in front of Queens, his legs taking the brunt force of the slide tackle Line had attempted. He'd made sure to brace himself and refused to let his limbs buckle in the force. Having effectively stopped the move aimed for Queens underside, the speckled brute didn't even flinch when Line's jaws met with his shoulder instead of his lady's intended paw. It was all about angling, and as things went, for Line's head to reach for Queens' paw, well, she would have had to start high and move her head low. Therefore, the easiest thing to do was to block the attack entirely with the solid muscle in his shoulder. He'd admit that it stung a little, but it wasn't a serious injury since she hadn't had much momentum between switching attacks. Whether or not she let go eventually, well, that was entirely her decision, but she did have her nape exposed rather openly to SB's jowls. While it was quite possible to latch on to a rather vital part of the lassie's body as it was presented, she'd called the trump card before attacking and it was not the omega's place to take advantage of the situation. Glancing at the sorry excuse for a wolf, Silver Bullet's narrowed crystaline blue pools focused with an icy glare. His words were smooth and flawless as usual. His voice still sounded pleasant and if you listened close enough, it was still evident that deep down, the situation was still amusing to him all in all. "Low. Very low. Then again, I wouldn't put it past a scum like you to pull such a stunt. Queens, m'lady, might I have the pleasure of standing in for you against this challenger? It is below one so magnificent as yourself to sully your paws with the likes of her." When he'd started speaking to Queens, his gaze had shifted to her, his eyes myrthful and much softer than what he'd offered to Line. It was ultimately her call to decide who took out the garbage, but Silver Bullet was seriously itching to take this fight. Silver Bullet |
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- eyes on fire - By Queens March 28, 2011 at 01:28:42 AM