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: 216.96.203.173
Posted on October 17, 2011 at 02:01:02 AM by Silver Bullet
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After sending the odd group of wolves at the border packing and the disbanding of the scuffle that had broken out, Silver Bullet had disappeared to continue border patrol. He moved with a silent hunter's stealth, keeping to the shadows and pausing to take in the air about him to figure out where he should go next. His sense were still on alert, adrenaline fizzling out in a slow, aggrivating manner. He wasn't quite as cool and collected as he normally was, but he stopped and watched the female lying on the ground, close enough the hear what she said, and as disgusting as it was, to smell what she was talking about. He cringed at the scent. Whoever had left that there was going to be in a hell of alot of trouble. Though Malignant was known to have a bunch of rugged wolves, they were like most any other pack, preferring not to stink up their own living space. In all possiblity, someone was going to lose a body part or gain a new scar for this as punishment from Queens for failing to properly dispose of their trash. It seemed that they had either miscalculated the distance or they had failed to take into account that even the crows ahd a limit on what was too rotten to eat. Watching a bit longer, Silver Bullet took in the female's odd series of facial expressions. The yawn made Bullet's own facade change to a slight look of dismay. Obviously this female was cocky enough to assume that since she hadn't crossed the border, she was safe. Well, she'd better not be offering Queens that pathetic little smirk by the time she got here. Queens would probably make it disappear quickl, only to scar the ess' face so that it stuck in that stupid smirk. In any case, Silver Bullet was but a messenger. He approached quietly, his brown auds pressed forward, his speckled limbs propelling him forward. His banner didn't portray a rank and his blue eyes focused hard on the joining wolfess. A slightly comical look passed into his gaze as he parted his jowls to let words pass. "What is stupidity but a label those who are stupid give to others to boost their own self esteem? I do believe you'd best tread lightly as the Mademoiselle does not care for imposters or bafoons. Impressing m'lady is a quest not to be taken lightly. Share your name wench." Silver Bullet |
Replies:
- I am Firenza - By Firenza October 30, 2011 at 03:49:48 PM
Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet November 4, 2011 at 12:57:40 PM
I Am NOT bringing my pups. - By Firenza November 13, 2011 at 01:01:42 PM