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 November 4, 2011 at 12:57:40 PM by Silver Bullet
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The gamma male wanted to sigh. He was utterly begining to hate border patrol. But it was one of any pack member's duties since Queens couldn't possibly respond to every single wolf on the borders when a flock of them seemed to spring up all at once. Listening to the female's words with indifference, his ears didn't even portray an interest in what she was saying. Instead, something a bit more delicate and sumptuous had pulled his thoughts away. Blinking as the ess finished speaking, Silver Bullet finally gave her his attention. He had heard the words pups and knew it would instantly be a bad idea to let this gal into Malignant. Queens hated welps. The only ones she accepted were her own, and even then, she treated them the same way that the cruel, harsh world would. There was no such thing as the easy life when your boss was Queens. But Silver Bullet liked it that way. He remained silent for a few moments, the motion of the female's banner being so easily manipulated by the wind a bother to him. A proud wolf would not leave their tail so limp that the wind could use it as a play toy. Hell, Silver Bullet was not overly proud, but even he would protest letting the wind whip his tail to and fro. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the vampire made direct eye contact with the vixen, his icy blue eyes portraying a kind of hardness. Not hatred per say, but a stern look that meant he wanted no arguement with what he was about to say. The words slipped out of his maw without a single hesitation, flowing in his usual pattern of speech. "Madame, if you value the lives of your young, you best not hang around. The Queen is intolerant of pups and it is not beneath her to kill those of others. Direct your attention elsewhere." Silver Bullet |
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- I Am NOT bringing my pups. - By Firenza November 13, 2011 at 01:01:42 PM