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 03:10:41 PM by Stiletto
And why wouldn't wolves be attracted to Malignant Felicity? It seemed another wolf's scent was interrupting the smell of the pack. But where was one of her mother's little stooges? Particularly Devil May Cry, who was always up to do petty bidding such as border patrol. It was a norm for the midnight vixen, but having already dealt with one it wouldn't hurt to take a short trip over to the next waiting lupine. Leaving the first scene, Stiletto dove back into the welcoming shadows that seemed to swallow her inky figure. Black segments propelled her forward silently, each velvet paw step falling in a way that worked around any noise making debris.
She stayed hidden within her friend shadows, and found the waiting female. Her pale yellow eyes peered out. The wolf was cleaning blood from her hide, and a little ways off Stiletto spotted a carcass that looked to have been rummaged through. So this wolf was a vulture, eating off the leftovers of others? The obsidian paramour quirked a brow at the oddity though did not hold it against the female. Many wolves that fared well in Malignant had quirks and taboos about them. She waited until the stranger vixen had cleaned up and approached the border the rest of the way before stepping out. Queens' daughter had an elegant way of walking that came naturally to her feminine figure. Her hips held a slight sway, at times accented more when she chose. Her steps seemed delicate, though like her mother she held a deadly secret beneath her lips.
As opposed to your typical greeting, the she-wolf didn't halt before reaching the other wolf. She pushed herself against her, rubbing along side her like a cat. Curve to curve, pelts now mingling together. When she came around the other side she arched beneath the wolf's chin to cling a last moment against the wolf's chest before breaking contact. As she walked back to Malignant's side of the border, her tail came up and tickled the dove's chin. Turning around, her tail was up and arched over her back, despite her not being alpha. If a higher ranked wolf were to come along she would place it in a proper place, but until then she couldn't help being a little over confident.
“Can I help you?”
Her seductress smile didn't at all fade as she awaited a reply.
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