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 18, 2011 at 00:23:07 AM by Sorrow
Anyone could tell by looking at the young teen that she thought she was important but the fact remained that Sorrow didn't know if she was or not. Sorrow was not over friendly with young. Maybe she would be with hers but she doubted even that. The teen spoke with authority that she had because she was in the pack and Sorrow was not. With a small smile to cover up evil eyes that she wasnt stupid enough to show to anyone who wasnt a victim. she rolled herself easily over from her laying position onto her back on the rough cold ground. Oh the joys of submitting. She felt weak and her tail tucked itself between her legs. Her ivory ears were close to her skull and her brown eyes looked absent of any emotion as she laid waiting to be allowed up. Of course there weren't many emotions that could be shown when submitting sure some wolves would glare and make a nasty face to show their displeasure or some would frown and get worry wrinkles on their faces but neither happened to Sorrow it was as if she didn't care. Which she almost always didn't. Every once in a while she would feel some emotion but it wasn't often. She choose to live strictly as a predator. No feeling sorry for the deer she killed or wolves she fed off, those feelings were stupid. To her it was simple to shut down that part of her brain, like waging her tail. Dark brown eyes stared back at the teen as Sorrow began to speak. "well I would hate to get you in trouble. I am Sorrow." Sorrow |
Replies:
- I'm not laughing with you I'm laughing at you - By Nyrobi October 18, 2011 at 01:47:28 AM
How many bites does it take to make you cry? - By Sorrow October 19, 2011 at 00:51:21 AM