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 11:34:53 PM by Crimson Helm
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One kick followed by another is experienced throughout the bella's stomache. No matter how determined the runts clearly were, their ill intentions to cause their mother pain had little effect on Crimson by this point, her attention being solely on Queens and nothing else. Her palette may have given an onlooker slight insight toward the strange rummaging occuring within her abdomen but that was all. The girls tassel gave the occasional flick to the atmosphere, indicating her excitement and change in energy. Her previous calm, determined mind state had been replaced with lustful intent, perhaps Queens had that effect on every varg that showed up on, as she herself stated.. Hells door step. The dark cloaked lass' body language spoke for itself. Perhaps her own tassel swayed in response to Crimsons own excitement, adrenaline, whatever she was infact experiencing at that given time. Perhaps not? Maybe this lass had other motives that directed her body language, however Crimson wasn't about to ask. After stating her intentions, Crimson watched the girl acknowledge her ill words with a gentle nod of her dial whilst her chops released the most innocent, decieving chuckle that sent a chill riding along the bloody hued girls spine. It was pleasurable to listen to, a melody that clearly would not appeal to the fate hearted. Where the most passive females would probably be running for the hills right about now, Crimson did not. Instead, the bella took a comfortable seat allowing herself to be teased by the generous image Tor had provided her with this pleasant evening. Lobes relaxed upon her crown devour the lyrics spilling from Queens trap. She relates to Crimson and re-tells her own account of her first litter, hers too sounding as bad an experience as Crimsons own. It felt good to be in the presence of another who could relate on so many levels, enough for Crimson to relax somewhat and have her muscles release the tension they had previously been grasping. The lass nods in acknowledgement finding Queens tale slightly disturbing but appealing at the same time. Queens struts forward stopping only a short distance from Crimson. Emerald lookers are bold enough to peer toward her own set of golden spheres long enough to catch the spark exploding behind them. Ah, so she had waltzed in on another female who enjoyed as good a flirt as she? This truly was her lucky day and Queens continuing lyrics only back up Crimsons conclusion. The chocolate cloaked huntress is quick to close the gap she had left between them earlier. Her fine physique shifts against the bellas own dark cloak filling the girl with endless desires, bringing forth a new and unexpected infatuation. Crimson didn't hold her seated position, instead she lifts her rump from the earth and offers Queens every aspect of her being. As the mistress dances about her body, she becomes heated, like sunburn had struck her protected flesh without offering shelter. Still, she enjoyed it, welcomed it and even pressed her rump toward the dark soul around the time she begun to circle her rear. Queens tongue is quick to make contact with the back of Crimsons lobes, enticing her more but non the less, the Demonican witch allowed herself to be overcome by passionate lust without giving too much away. Her scent no doubt stank to high heaven of that which she was experiencing while her dial refused to move and instead, kept her jade gems upon mother nature further ahead. Queen speaks again inviting Crimson on a tour and making a point of sharing her knowledge of a particular waterfall that clearly appealed to her. "Ofcourse, afterall.. I've got a feeling this will be closing the deal on a rather.. interesting friendship." Crimson giggles, offering the lass a rather naive look on her palette. "Right behind you, love.. And if the view is anything like the one i have now, i think i'm going to like it here." A smirk meets her facial before she shifts her weight forward in order to follow the huntress to wherever she saw fit... ..And honestly, Crimson didn't give a damn where she would end up.  |
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