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 October 11, 2011 at 09:37:23 PM by Silver Bullet
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This guy had no brain if Silver Bullet had to give an opinion. He watched as the dance went on, everyone taking snaps and cracks at him. Scarface's enterance made Bullet pause with a ponderous look on his face, slightly confused as to what the vampire hoped to accomplish by dropping into an utterly vulnerable position in front of this suicidal moron. He wasn't the least bit surprised when the unstable wannabe went for the new member in a careless attack. Even better though was watching Devil jump between the two of them, his solid body forming a wall to split the two apart. And oh boy if all hell didn't break loose, Queens was going to open the gates herself. He could see it as she jerked her gaze away from the brawl long enough to command him to handle Scarface as she went to attend to business. Silver bullet gave a curt nod before placing himself firmly in front of Scarface, watching as the brute's expression changed to a more managed look and the fire in his eyes had died a bit. He gave a questioning look to the new member before clearing his throat over the sounds of snarling going on to make sure that Scarface could hear him over the din going on behind the silvery grey vampire. "Better now, are we? Shall we help dispatch this lunatic?" He asked the second question as a common courtsey invitation and didn't wait for an answer before turning around and watching as a small group of wolves seemed to appear from nowhere. Silver Bullet narrowed his eyes in a look of annoyance before turning towards Queens and Devil. Apparently, the petty little jerk had managed to get around Devil, which Silver Bullet found absolutely surprising. After all, he doubted even he could have managed a way around Devil's bulk. But for whatever reason, the "punk" to use Devil's word, was trying for a direct attack on Queens. Without a second thought and a deep passion starting to brew within his chest as adrenaline started pumping, Silver bullet lept from the side to try for a complete tackle into the brute's ribs, hopefully making for an effective battering ram to knock him off course and maybe even break a few bones. If he hadn't missed, then there was no way in hell Silver Bullet was going to get off of him. He'd hold the boy down for Queens to slaughter. If he missed, well, it was simple enough to double back in time to watch whoever took the next go and wait for orders or another opening in this pathetic brawl. Silver Bullet |
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