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 December 1, 2011 at 03:01:54 AM by Samus Aran
 | Log: 0246891_ Clearance Level: Classified_ ::: She had not been waiting long when the first traces of an approaching wolf began to present themselves. And to a hunter such as herself, those signs came early. The slight change in the musks brought to her radar by the wind. An occasional flick of an audit as it caught the faintest of rustles somewhere deep in the abyss before her. The crimson huntress contstantly tracked the incoming wolf, trying to disect the lupe before a single orb was set on the fool. As the presence grew closer she found her greeter was a female, and no push-over from the crunches that surely burst under paw of a strong frame. Finally, she was graced with an image to place with her phantom wolf. The large fae stalked forward, her tassel raised in obvious dominance. So, had the Alpha herself come to greet such a lowly loner? The thought amused Samus and she grinned on the inside, keeping her outer features as amusingly neutral as she had her entire life. Bright sage portals studied the valkyrie, taking note of the slight variances in her dark coat and the way her orbs seemed to skip over her body like a stone over water, sizing up Samus Aran before a single lyric had been uttered. Smart. In that moment the demoness decided she liked the chocolate regal. And that was saying a lot; Samus not easily impressed. Feeling the air begin to vibrate expectantly, the lean vixen's sentries twitched sensitively as the Alpha began to speak. With a slight turn of her cranium and the tugging of her kissers, she opens with words about a wolf carcass nearby. Slightly dumbfounded, Samus turned her skull so that her maw was also pointed in the direction of the crumpled creature, pools arriving just in time to see the crow depart on shadow wings with his bounty firmly clamped in his midnight beak. Hm, so there was a dead wolf there. The vix knew she should've picked up on it, but when you had been killing for your entire life the stentch of death no longer registered as something shocking and offensive. It was actually the world in which she lived, smothered in the dank clogne of the not-so-distant afterlife. Although it was slightly awkward seeing a victim she herself had not torn to pieces, the hunter hmphed in agreement at the first phrase she had uttered. Seemed like a pretty fair system, obediance or instant death. Soon more words were let loose, the ebon-accented she-beast introducing herself as Queens and indeed the Alpha of this "paradise". But her next sentence sent an uncontrollable signal to her kissers, their ends pulling up in an amused smirk as well. She used such a sense of humor herself, so the liberato was easily recieved. Judge her? Please, this badass only got perfect tens. But her speech had ended and now it was time for Samus Aran to answer. And so she began, picking her words carfully. "Greetings your highness," she produced, letting the letters roll off her tongue with just the right amount of cockiness and mild adult humor. "My title is Samus Aran, occupation b-" but the fae stopped herself before announcing her chosen proffession. This was no such time for such useless information; she was sure she could flaunt her accomplishments later. So she opted for slightly different but just as descriptive word, saying it with a huge grin. "Occupation bitch. I'm sure you can sense my skills will be highly beneficial for your army, and I will be more than happy to demonstrate if it is necessary." Satisfied, Samus was just about to relax when she remembered the little, tiny part about submitting. Shit. This would be difficult. The bounty hunter had never lost a fight (that is if you don't count draws) and never had to submit to any force presented her way. The only thing she had lost in this world was her family and her pack, but she would not simply bow down to fate and let their disapearance become forgotten. But that story another time. Uncomfortably, the rouge demoness lowered her bodice to the terra, knowing the next step would be to roll over completely and expose her vitals. Difficulty, she started with her shoulders, twisting so that her front half down lay paralell with the forest floor. The side of her skull rested upon dead leaves and mold spores, a new and uncomfortable position. But as she tried to roll her hips as well, they simply wouldn't budge. Old habits were hard to break, and for one who had never known the pose this was more than a mental puzzle. Grumbling, she glanced up at Queens. "I hope you're enjoying this..." she growled, half annoyed half sarcastic. With her most important section exposed, her delicate nape, Samus Aran waited to see if the Alpha would demand her to figure out a way to roll onto her spine or if this act was more than enough. She would be dedicated, after seeing such a strong leader there was no doubt about that, but this seemed like a pointless way for her to prove herself. On any other wolf like pose would look wonderful, but on her own pelt it was as itchy as a burr. Photo Credits: HeWhoWalksWithTigers@deviantart.com kaukassus@deviantart.com ::: Warning: Data Corrupted_ Initiating System Shutdown_ |
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