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 04:09:34 AM by Crimson Helm
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The atmosphere was eerie though it did very little to send Crimson running for the hills. The girl preferred dark to bright and glorious, give her the Caverns anyday compared to Leisure fucking Lake. Periodically, a slight tug felt about her abdnomen would catch her attention and draw her emerald gaze to her stomache as if trying to catch the culprit in his game. It was as if the little bastards were teasing her, reminding her they still existed and she still had alot of planning to do in order to change that fact. Spiteful little runts, who could possibly want to bring life in to the world, wasn't their own enough? Crimson isn't kept waiting long before a foreign scent hits her nares. Entwined with the unfamiliar odour is one she grows to recognise the stronger it becomes. Narrowing her lookers as if trying to observe the predicted female that paced toward her, closing distance between the two.. Crimson is half expected to see her brother waltzing up close by. Sidorio, her dear brother who she hadn't seen in the longest time yet could wait longer before she saw him next. Much like Lucas, each to their own. They got in to this through blood not choice. Once close enough, Crimson returned her lookers to their natural observant posture in time to witness a midnight cloaked she-wolf with an energy radiating from her being, one that spoke of dominance and basically.. "Fuck with me.. You're cannibal meat." Crimson could live with that, infact she could relate. Once the lass speaks, Crimson merely listens and where some mothers would surely be offended, Crimson felt relieved that there was actually another parent out there that shared her lack of maternal instinct. She could have sighed with relief, but instead.. Decided against it. Taking a deep breath and allowing the most seductive smile to line her palette, Crimson doesn't hesitate in replying. Her tone is smoothe, angelic and completely decieving. "Pleasure, Queens.. Please, do call me Crimson. As for this hell you speak of, i find it quite appealing especially as it is, as you say, unsuitable to raise young. I have no intentions in keeping the burden you speak of Queens, love. Infact, by all means.. You're more than welcome to use them to encourage your packs prey drive once they make an entrance, if they survive that long." A smile is offered to the gorgeous bella in return for her witty comments and smoothe speech. Crimson enjoyed it, infact, she felt she could relate to this bitch on a number of levels, this thought overpowering her real reason for showing up at Malignant in the first place. "Well i don't know about Malignant but i'm damn sure i wouldn't mind protecting you, Queens.." Giving the huntress the quick glance up and down, evaluating just how much of a fox she was, Crimson came to realise she had to be the first canine to spark her intrigue and sex drive since finding out her abdomen had been burdened with trash. That had to be good, right? Whether it was a wise move flirting with the alpha or not.. Crimson never turned her back on what she wanted to do, no matter what came of it.  |
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- 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