<small>kiss and <sup>t e l l</sup></small>

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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kiss and ^{t e l l}
IP: 68.184.49.221
Posted on July 31, 2011 at 04:39:03 AM by Queens

My nose was dragging me fifty different directions it felt like. There was newbies all over the border, and I really hated the whole newcomer thing unless it was a decent male. Speaking of males I needed to find some new blood for Malignant. My ebon legs carried my chocolate petite frame towards the smell of a newish fae along with someone on the border. Amber pools looked ahead as I moved swiftly through the oh so familiar territory that I called my own. As I approached I caught the words that honestly made me want to giggle. No weakness? Well now we could not accept that could we. Liars didn't sit well with me and I didn't buy the entire line this fae was spilling.

As I approached the duo I glanced at the fae on Malignant's interior, then back to the fae on the border. A smirk had twisted it-self across my features as my sweetened tones flicked off my tongue.

Everyone has a weakness, even my-self. So with that being said, there is no reason to try and act strong. Also...killing my feathered friends is not very nice. Why, what is the reasoning behind killing such a creature. They taste horrible. Around here I call them my personal pets and they do a damn good job of cleaning up my borders.

I glanced up for a second as the silent stalkers where filling the tree tops above the three of us. One thing that never changed was that no matter where I went...those ravens followed me everywhere. The caws where very far and in between at this point and I pouted my tiers slightly before looking back at the fae on the borders.

Poor dears, they are looking a little hungry. It has been awhile since I have gave them a meal. So do you think you can make the cut of Malignant or do you think you would be better suited as bird chow?

I cocked my head to the side and waited for a respond.

((sorry not html for her right now...kinda posted this on the fly.))

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The Inti Ego Within - By Shiek July 31, 2011 at 06:42:26 PM

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