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 20, 2011 at 03:41:18 AM by Devil May Cry
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A rough purr like sound escapes my lips as Queens licks her pink tongue across my scarred neck. The next sound makes my ears flicker curiously and I make out that the sound is the alpha's stomach. Of course she must be hungry. How long has it been since the pack's been on a decent hunt? I look up at her, intrigued, as she steps back and gets off of me. I slowly raise to my stomach and then my paws, watching her tail wag back and forth. My ears prick to her words and I can't help but grin a single fang. Mmm, a hunt sounds good. The meeting I'm not looking forward to so much but that's just because I don't like being around a bunch of other wolves. I'm not really the social type, after all. I find myself eying her in puzzlement on the last sentence but then she makes that agonizingly sexy purr sound which makes my skin heat up even more. She smiles at me and gives me a playful wink as I get to my paws fully and stretch out to my full height, giving her a gleaming golden stare of my own. Figuring that I can still read between the lines when it comes to Queens, I move toward her, reaching my muzzle out to gently trace along her jawbone, then down her neck. Curling my lips back, I let my fangs trail down her chest and across her shoulder. Making the same purr noise, I rub up against her rib cage before pulling my head around to nip playfully at her ear. Chuckling darkly, I bound forward before turning back toward her, forcing her forehand toward the ground with a gentle yet demanding paw. Now, let the magic truly begin... |
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