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.

Refresh/Reload

In The Dead Of Night
IP: 108.85.112.195
Posted on October 19, 2011 at 00:40:35 AM by Calypso











Calypso was patrolling the lands, mainly just looking out for loners or trespassers, when the sound of small paws caught her auds. Odd, there shouldn’t be anyone in these lands that young she thought to herself. The brown, red, and white duchess listened further to find out what was going on. A pup was approaching, running as fast as its small form would let it, and she laughed at the sound of his frightened barks. If only he knew where he had just come to, he sure as hell wouldn’t be thinking his fake monster scary, and a smirk fell across her mask for a simple second. Whatever he thought he was running from, it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as this. A deadly grin on her face, she crunched low in the bushes on her side of the border, and waited for him to barely start to run across the border. That would be his first mistake, even the youngest wolf should know better, obviously his parents hadn’t taught him any better. Perhaps they died, maybe they had been fools and weak wolves, after all only the strong survive.

As soon as a one paw stepped pass the limit, she rose up, hackles and fur bristling, with a fake snarl coming from her. If he was brave enough to stay in place, and not run like a wimp, she’d at least let Queens meet him. Besides, the main lady of the court might find him interesting, it wasn’t her decision anyways whether the pup got accepted or not. Maybe the alphess will kill the pest and let the crows feed on it, like they had all the other bodies strewn around the border. It was a surprise to her the young one hadn’t noticed them yet. She stared down at the small bundle of ivory with emotionless, uncaring orbs. Her mask was still showing her pearly whites in a non affectionate way, and her hackles still stayed up as a growl remained in place. Even the ruler of these lands would be harsh upon a pup that crosses these lands, only a fool wanted to die that way, and many had before this one before her. She still wasn’t even sure if she had stopped him in time from crossing the border.

ooc: You can try, but the alphess Queens doesn’t like pups.



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