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 27, 2011 at 06:28:48 PM by Samus Aran
 | Log: 0246891_ Clearance Level: Classified_ ::: Little dropplets of blood, like the tears of ravens, clung to the demon's pelt like dew on the scrub grass. It congregated near her muzzle, pooling together in some places to slide lazily off the gently-sloping bone and paint the terra below. Every now and then she would let loose her tongue, a snake of writhing moist pink to collect the wonderfully delicious fruits of her labor. Another hunt, another victim, and another incredible reward. It was shocking what pricks would choke up these suns to see another creature lifeless on the soil, their crusty hearts to cowardice to engage in the battle themselves. But Samus Aran was more than happy to do the work for them; she got the satisfaction of a successful kill and the full stomach of her payment. It was quite the life, actually, as she couldn't see herself doing anything else than her current lovely proffession. Some might call it morbid, inhuman, beastly... but she simply supplying a demand, as all things in nature work in such a pattern. The demand of a starving maw, and the supply of a walking chunk of venison clearly past its prime. You see, the valkyrie was simply obeying her programmed instincts. But the crimson hinted maiden didn't need to convince herself of these things, so she simply took another glorious lick of the devil's juice on her chin and continued in her promenade. The slender vix knew when she was going, as she always did. Her muscles didn't so much as quiver without a plan on their actions. Such were the methods of a bounty hunter, the almost machine like quality of their processes that capture many the glance as they padded by, although many, herself included, were not ones to go parading through a field of eyes. Too much publicity; the world of secrets and shadows was her domain. On this fine day, she had her muzzle trained in the direction of a pack she had heard rumors about, and the curiosity of a wolf had gotten the better of her. A bunch of killers, forests that could simply suck the life right out of your nares. The place sounded incredibly intruiging. Even if the cynical fae hadn't made up her mind whether or not she wanted to join, her emrald portals yearned for the sight of such perfect lands. Perfect to her, at least. Taking her time, the expertly sculpted huntress sashayed through the darkness in which she had found a flawless universe. It took some time, as she was the only one to blame for that, but the demoness finally scented the markers that she was indeed closing in on a pack. And from the looks of it, she was in the right place. Even though the scenery was luxurious, a certain aura of heavy emotions weighed on the leaves and not many a creature could be seen, although it was common place to spot some kind of living carbon when walking through the woods. Samus instantly liked it. The smallest of grins adorned her kissers as she approached the invisible barrier, stopping short of it by only a few breaths. Her sentries went of high alert as her orbs disected their surroundings, memorizing every detail of the foliage and any scents trapped in their brambles. Then, deciding all was as it should be, she gently shifted her frame to sit upon the damp loam, hinds folding up like buds beneath her abdomen. Her charcoal tipped plume danced through the atmosphere, landing softly beside her haunches like the sigh of a butterfly. Yes, she could see herself amung this giant monoliths, although her choice was still not completely solid, staying a more gelatonous consistancy like the cartilage residing in her joints. She would have to judge the caliber of the pack from those brave souls that came to greet her. Even though the location was ideal, any kind of sissy who called this place home would instantly turn her off. Sure, she expected that the sorry sap that came her way was going to demand some kind of respect, as she would if she were in such a family structure, but she sure as hell wouldn't give it to someone Samus didn't find worthy. Tons of comrads had labeled her as nothing more than a pretty face, but they quickly changed their minds when their belly was slashed open and their livers hanging out. Ah, that was always fun. The demoness allowed herself the pleasure of an inaudible chuckle. And so she sat, with the tassles of time silently swaying about her. If these bums were as murderous as she had heard, no declaration of her presence was necessary. Let's just see what kind of fun I'm missing out on she mused sarcastically, tainted orbs flickering with delight. Photo Credits: HeWhoWalksWithTigers@deviantart.com kaukassus@deviantart.com ::: Warning: Data Corrupted_ Initiating System Shutdown_ |
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- you wanted to see a monsterwell here I am - By Queens November 27, 2011 at 08:28:29 PM
::Comedy = Tragedy + Time:: - By Samus Aran December 1, 2011 at 03:01:54 AM
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