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 July 14, 2011 at 06:28:28 AM by Devil May Cry
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She holds a pretty pose on top of me and I can't really say that I'm not enjoying the view. I watch with bright golden eyes as her soft smile, so rare these days, folds into an inquisitive smirk, much more suited for her deathly appearance. She leans in and I tense automatically, just as accustomed to a sharp nip as the gentle lick she gives instead. My own throat rumbles in pleasure as she leans in toward me, her warm sweet breath caressing my inner ear before her delicate voice tickles my insides. As a response, a dark chuckle of satisfaction drips from my midnight lips as I lean my own muzzle up to gently tickle her own ear. Ah, but I know you haven't forgotten that I have a taste for danger, sweetheart. She reacts like a true queen of darkness, lunging in to take my vulnerable throat right in between her deadly jaws. I don't move a muscle, though I must admit, I'm sorely tempted to shift just a little, just enough to make her knick the skin of just rake a fang delicately across my skin. Unable to take the urge anymore, I jerk just as she pulls back, just enough to feel her fang graze my throat. The sting is nothing compared to the extreme pleasure as warm blood spots the surface of the knick. Queens doesn't even pay attention though as she pulls back, licking my nose as sweetly as she would a pup. Her own pup, mind you, she doesn't take a liking to anyone else's. It's heart felt really, and she's the only one who makes me feel like I even have one of those. She stares into my eyes with her own deep amber ones and I'm caught up in the waves of emotion I see there. So much pain, so much betrayal, so much lost. Yet I feel like the true victor for here she still stands above me, my queen, my savior when she doesn't even know it. A whine startles me when I find that it's from her own tender lips. Golden eyes widen for a second or two, trying to catch the meaning. Have I upset her somehow? I focus in on her eyes, trying to look over the old emotions and trying to find the message there within. Then I make out the longing, the urgency. My own body responds, my skin heating up to the point that it's boiling. My eyes stare back into hers, mirroring her longing, mirroring that emotion that I can't bring myself to openly admit. I have a heart, but it's so iced over, so lacking in use. Queens is my reason, my anchor to this earth. I would never admit that out loud, but something tells me she sees it anyhow. She's always been good at reading me without using speech. She's the only one who's ever understood. Ah, don't ruin the moment, pet. You know I like the promise of pain. My eyes narrow just a bit, daring her to make the next move. I call her pet yet I am the puppet and she's the one pulling the strings. |
Replies:
- such a d e a d l y disaster. - By Queens July 19, 2011 at 03:29:46 AM
i'll be the magician - By Devil May Cry July 20, 2011 at 03:41:18 AM