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 June 11, 2011 at 08:10:35 PM by .vingi.
Vingi was not stunning, but, undenailably, was handsome enough to turn most ladies heads. This eye-feast wasn't bold about his looks, not interested in picking up feas. If they followed him around, he would usually play with them a bit before either killing them out of irratation or just dumping them and watching (with some amusement) as they sobbed, but not for too long, as they were boring, predicatable, and most of all, discardable . Now, back to the looks that made them drool: Long and trim stilts moved and held up a slim but well-muscled bodice. He did not look thin, but simply seemed to be more runner and speed-fighter than one who would pointlessly snap in an effort to over-power his opponent. His chest is wide, showing stanima to last over long runs. Vingi's fur isn't not striking, at least, not dazzlingly so, simply a plain charcoal for his face and legs, with chocolate spreading from his silky ruff of neck-fur to his bushy banner. The thing that catches attention most about him is his eyes. Large and almond shaped, his orbs are green. Flecks of dark emerald and near black forest greens color them also, making them stand out in his realitively plain face. The dark shadow walks with grace through the twisted tropical foliage. The mellow scents around him, such as the smells of flowers, fruit that he didn't care to eat, and moist heat rising from the ground were laced with something more exciting. Tangs of blood, death and sexual pleasure floated in, coming from his destination: Malignant Felicity. He comes out of boredom. The world hold intrest to him no longer, the smiling faces and benevolent ways of most Blossom Forest wolves was beginning to become utterly predicable and slightly nauseauting. Of course, turning to the meanest and least hospitable (or so the reputation shouted) alpha in the woods for a home and a life was what some wolves would call idiotic. The earth-dusted stag called it interesting. Perhaps this search for something interesting would get him killed. Perhaps not. It was hardly a question that the hunter pondered as he neared the border, which, although not visible to the eyes, assasiled the nostrils with it's heady musk. Halting a respectful six feet away from the line, the masculi touched his rump to the ground, recling on his haunches in an alert sit, eyes warily probing the bushes in search of another lupine. He wasn't going to flop over in submission until another wolf arrived. However, he wasn't a challenger and he planned to submit, so his stance remained submissive: dark ears lowered against his black skull, head positioned in an almost hangdog posture. .sweet lies. |
Replies:
- nothing sweet about this - By Devil May Cry June 13, 2011 at 05:24:16 PM
.sweet lies. - By .vingi. June 14, 2011 at 12:13:18 PM
let's get this show on the road - By Devil May Cry June 16, 2011 at 00:33:50 AM