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 5, 2011 at 02:14:40 AM by Silver Bullet
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Sleep. How nice it was to relax under a leafy tree, sprawled out and stretched on his stomach, his skull resting on his paws. He'd been taking care of a good deal of the new wolves along the border. It wasn't usually the most exciting of jobs, especially not with the most recent influx. A few of them had passed Queens' inspection and were now considered omegas, but he hadn't seen any of them around lately. It seemed like a problem to worry about at another time though. Now, there was one wolf he wouldn't mind seeing who he hadn't had the chance to really talk to in quite some time. Calypso. She was interesting and eye catching to say the least. An image of her danced before his eyes as he allowed his lids to slowly meet. Inhaling and releasing it as a yawn, he shifted his head on his speckled forelimbs before letting sleep actually take him on whatever journey it pleased. He wasn't one for snoring, but the fact that his breathing grew long and slow would have hinted to most anyone that he was napping. The picture of Calypso hadn't disappeared from his mind as he let sleep take him. In fact, that image started moving and turned into a dream. In this dream, he had a rather wonderful montage of moments with Calypso. They ranged from running in an open field to splashing about on the shore of the lake and even one of the two of them enjoyably carrying out an order from Queens to dispatch an unwelcome, stubborn wannabe. As odd as it was, he twitched in his sleep with this goofy looking grin on his face. Surely he was putting on an amusing show for whoever happened by and botherd to watch him for more than a few seconds. He managed to roll onto his side in his sleep and turn in a full circle as his dream switched to running. By the time he woke up, he would have a good deal grass and dirt in his fur. One particular smudge reached right across the bridge of his muzzle because he had swiped a paw over his maw as if he had been splashed in the face. He finally settled into the same stretched out pose he'd fallen alseep in, only he was still on his side and his head was resting at an awkward angle while his front limbs reached out in front of him. He looked, for a lack of words, comfortable. OOC: I was kind of at a loss for what to write for a starting post lol. Feel free to have Calypso wake him up however she chooses. Silver Bullet |
Replies:
- In The Dead Of Night - By Calypso November 5, 2011 at 06:16:17 AM
Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet November 8, 2011 at 09:45:30 PM
InTheDeadOfNight - By Calpyso November 13, 2011 at 01:39:28 AM