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.
IP: 216.96.202.126
Posted on August 19, 2011 at 11:08:05 PM by Silver Bullet
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Late. Yes, that was the word for Silver Bullet right now. If he hadn't been off napping somewhere. Don't ask him where because he couldn't tell you. All he knew was that he'd followed a rather provoking scent, found an empty clearing at the end of the trail, and figured that if he'd come all this way for nothing, then he was going to get at least something worth while out of the trek. So he'd promptly curled up and gone to sleep in the afternoon warmth that had settled in the glow of high noon upon his coat. The silvery grey brute woke up to a faint howl, one that he knew beckoned no argument. He wasted no time getting to his feet and loping off in the direction of the sound's origin. After all, Queens was undoubtedly one of his favorite wolves these days. She seemed to enjoy his company, so he in turn enjoyed hers. Speckled limbs carried him quite a ways before he realized that in his haste, he'd not paid attention to directions. Instead of being hot on the path to Queens' meeting, he found himself standing at the edge of a ravine. He could see the water flowing down beneath him, a good twenty foot drop. A rather dramatic sigh escaped his lips and he backed up and took a running leap. Anyone looking at him from a distance could see that he had leapt too early, pushing off of the ground before he'd run out of it. So instead of landing flawlessly on the other side, he slammed his chest into the edge of the ravine's other side. Front paws scrabbling, the wind nearly knocked out of him, Silver Bullet hauled himself up and dropped his weight on the ground for a moment...until he felt the edge crumbling. Biting his tongue to prevent a curse from slipping out, he scrambled to his feet and began running again, panting by the time he finally made it. He wrote himself a mental note to take a better route next time as he padded into the clearing. His blue orbs took in his surroundings, noting Queens returning to her pedestal, Calypso sitting across from where he'd entered, and two sets of siblings, one of whom looked like he'd just gotten the kiss of death from Queens since the fur about his neck was wet with saliva. He barely noticed the pup and other white femmora sitting in the group, telling from scents that the pup was Queens' and that the female had had contact with whatever her son's name was. It wasn't like he'd been introduced, so he didn't feel bad about not knowing too many names to go with the faces. There was one familiar one though, one that his eyes scanned over as he passed on his way to sit next to Calypso. If it wasn't for the fact that Queens had just finished saying something about respecting other pack members, Silver Bullet would have said hi to Jack Ass...well, Devil is his technical name. But they had a mutual dislike for each other as far as SB knew. Of course, for his own health, Silver proably wouldn't go so far as to share the name he'd dubbed Devil. Instead, he just gave a hinting nod of required respect and then turned his gaze to Queens. He gave her his best disappointed look as he said, "Aww, did I miss the show, Mademoiselle? Any chance of an encore?" He finished with a devilish grin that flashed to Calypso at some point. He indeed found her a beauty, and she seemed to understand his odd sense of humor and his old way of speaking. Of course, he wasn't looking for love right now. But a fling didn't bother him. He somewhat nudged her in a suggestively playful way to see what would happen. Silver Bullet |
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