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 8, 2011 at 09:45:30 PM by Silver Bullet
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His dream was growing to be a rather pleasant series of events and he smiled in his sleep. As the cycle continued, a distinct smell tickled his nose. So much so that he actually sneezed in his sleep. Surely Calypso was finding his display rather amusing. The tickling sensation managed to reach his mind and the process of dreaming halted, only to focus on a subconcious image of Calypso's face. What was this? His dreaming mind sharpened the image but couldn't figure out why it wouldn't move back to the rather bright and interesting world that it had been displaying a few moments before. An inner struggle of sorts seemed to take place, his mind fighting his senses in an attempt to stave off waking up and return to happily dreaming. It wasn't until some words spoken in the real world without popped the whole mental bubble and with a startled leap into reality, caused Silver Bullet to jump and growl. The growling was an automatic response, something that happened as the rest of his brain caught up. Once his crystal blue eyes had opened and his brown audits had flicked back towards his skull in annoyance, he turned his skull, with a dazed look, to take in whoever had interrupted his nap. And practically shit himself. So that was why his mind hadn't changed the image. And why her words were starting to make sense. After all, he had been asleep, napping not far into the land and shirking whatever he might have been supposed to do, though he couldn't tell you if he was supposed to be doing something or not. He had assumed not, hence his napping. Spazzing for a moment, he tried playing it cool, tossing a paw nonchalantly over his muzzle and making a grumbling noise to go with the irritable look he'd first given her. After a few seconds, he peeked at her with one of his blue orbs, trying not to let a grin spread on his lips. Regardless, he was too much of a jester to keep up the charade and he sat up to own up to his failure. Laughing, he looked ehr full on before starting to talk. "You caught me m'lady. Have ye a punishment in mind? Perhaps a flogging?" If he had eyebrows, he would have raised them in that oh so suggestive way that humans did. Of course he was goofing off and joking about the flogging. Though he was pretty sure that if he had asked the same of Queens, she wouldn't hesitate to give it to him. Unless you were a massachist, you never joked about self harm to Queens, but Silver Bullet figured that he could manage if Calypso decided to take his suggestion to heart. His spreading grin and his mischevious gaze suggested that he would love to hear her take on what should happen to him. Maybe she would take him prisoner and march his happy butt to Queens. He'd go of course, if it meant pleasing this little goddess parading before him. While he wouldn't admit it openly or even to himself really, he had liked this court lady from the moment he'd met her. His mother had always said that he was a fool for women. Maybe he would prove her right. Then again, maybe he'd have himself a good time and find out along the way just how to prove his disapproving, sour old mother what he was capable of. It was funny how things could start from such a small meeting, a little sharing of words. It was interesting to trace the series of events that lead to a big moment. And for Silver Bullet, it was entertainment to be along for the ride. Silver Bullet |
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- InTheDeadOfNight - By Calpyso November 13, 2011 at 01:39:28 AM