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 17, 2011 at 02:57:19 AM by Crimson Helm
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It was official - Crimson Helm was pregnant. And to make matters worse, she hadn't expected it nor ever believed it was infact possible for her to concieve and carry a litter. Too many signs directed her knowledge toward that one conclusion, she would soon become fat, tired and supposidly devoted to the health and well being of her children. As fucking if, that would be way too out of character for the likes of Crimson Helm.. The girl looked out for number one and intended on keeping it that way. With any luck, she wouldn't carry the litter full term and they would rot away inside of her, crumbling away to become the nothingness they originally were. She could but hope. As time went on, Crimson found herself become tired easily. Her muscles ached and demanded rest when once over they wouldn't and could last several hours of heavy workout. Overall, this whole pregnancy lark was getting in the way of the girls usual, pleasant and enjoyable lifestyle. Her craving to fuck everything on four legs that stank of varg had dispersed leaving her depressed and unsatisfied. The mental need was still there yet her body reacted unsociably toward males lately for whatever reason. Like, something kicked in she had little control over, that was what pissed her off the most. After several weeks, Crimson found herself thinking about Valiant. The ivory and crimson male who had helped her produe this little of bastards that lurked within her abdomen. If only she could get her paws on him now, and it wouldn't be for round two. Part of the girl wanted to seek him out and disfigure the bastard, afterall... Look what she was giving up? Her figure, her youth.. He didn't know the fucking half of it. The longing to pick a fight with the first wolf she came across was high, perhaps they could deal her a few blows that could prove fatal to the unborn, that way she would be rid of the burden she had been carrying for god knows how long. Crimson was not quite ready to pop, she still had a while to go.. Instinct taking over, she knew this was the case and while it gave her time to weigh up her options, perhaps decide on how she would be rid of the Demonica furballs, the thought of nothing going to plan brought her great anxiety. At a steady pace, unable to manage much more than a steady gait long distance, the crimson stained girl keeps to the shadows while attempting to search for Valiant. His scent was unfamiliar by this point, giving her very little to go on. She hadn't given much thought to what she would do once she came across him, but she would figure that out later, right now.. She just wanted him to see the damage he had caused her. Ofcourse, it takes two to tango and damn was he good, but it wasn't supposed to end this way, it never had before. After some time, the lass approached a foreign border and the odour that invisibly stained the ground was strong and clear to her senses. She had nothing to lose.. Soon enough, without giving it much thought, Crimson Helm is throwing her blunt muzzle skyward, releasing a rather unpleasant song to the woodland with hopes that an occupant of the land ahead would greet her sooner rather than later. Her limbs giving in beneath her, the lass takes a comfortable seat, attempting to hide her unexpected pregnancy as best she could, whether it would work or not she wasn't sure. Still, a girl could try, right?  |
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- imma monsta - By Queens November 17, 2011 at 03:36:35 AM
You want a good time? She gonna' giv' you wah you want. - By Crimson Helm November 17, 2011 at 04:09:34 AM
Raah Raah like a dungeon dragon - By Queens November 17, 2011 at 08:31:22 AM
You want a good time? She gonna' giv' you wah you want. - By Crimson Helm November 17, 2011 at 11:34:53 PM
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