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 18, 2011 at 02:50:28 AM by LILU
The carrion birds seem to welcome me as I near the border, but such a thought is too vain for one such as me. My jaws part in a bored yawn as I press onwards through the heavy trees, though these trees were thinning steadily, making a clear indication where the border was. The foliage stirred a final time as I pressed through the leaves, unable to be lifted by the dead breeze curling like a steady smog over the, closely accompanied by the pungent scent of death. With a quiet growl of appreciation for the art I glance towards a nearby corpse, meandering towards it with no real purpose but to gaze at it; the borders of this pack, Malignant Felicity, are a gallery of wonderfully gruesome images such as this.
The carcass is perhaps an hour or so old, and the crows had picked open the stomach with an uncanny delicateness. Instead of ripped and lacerated insides, I instead peered into a cavernous depth of rotting organs, mostly untouched. Intrigued, I begin to nose mutely through the contents of the dead wolf, noting with a crooked grin that it was all male. How comforting.
I re-focused back to my twisted task, finally finding what I had been searching for. I had no real idea if the lady regal that ruled this pack would praise me for bringing her a heart, but I decided she'd most likely find it disgusting - though I had no doubts of her prowess - and banish me. So, I murmur ever so softly to myself with a tone growing huskier by the moment of eyeing my prize, I shall take it for myself. I open my jaws as wide as my flesh would allow and, with an excited growl of anticipation rippling through my sleek dark frame, I grasp onto the heart. Restraining myself from immediately crushing the delicacy, I retract my head from the gaping hole in the center of the corpse's navel, cupping the heart tenderly betwixt my canines. After a moment of drawing my tongue with hungry sensuality over the heart I crush it, shuddering with pleasure at the sickeningly slippery sound that followed. Blood flowed freely down my chin and coated my mouth as I fully closed my jowls with a vice-like grip, allowing another spurt of sound to grace the air. My throat was soothed by the viscosity and warmth of the blood as it dribbled delectably down my larynx, and I expressed my satisfaction with a near aroused growl.
After cleaning most of the blood off my throat and chest, I wandered back to a spot where I could peer into the prospering forest before me. I wondered who would emerge stealthily from those shadows with barbed words and elevated tail and, for a heartbeat, I allowed my imagination to heighten my arousal. Pain, snarls, teeth and nails ripping soft flesh; the mere thought is enough to nearly draw yet another tremor up the expanse of my multi-colored form and a strange, malleable glimmer to my mismatched eyes.
Masochistic sadist. How fun was I?
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- but still you believe - By Stiletto November 18, 2011 at 03:10:41 PM