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 8, 2011 at 03:24:34 AM by Metronome
...Look at her with her eyes like a flame... I raised a wolfish brow at the fae as she spoke. As soon as she spoke of not needing to bow the next thing that raised a question was that she was going to challenge my mom. I gave a slight shake of my head as a smile etched across my features. Really? I felt my mom was going through enough at this point. She had a bunch of mischievous puppies running about and then both of her lovers back here, at Malignant. This was something I could deal with and I knew she would want me to in this case. The fae then continued on speaking about exchanging property and then sneered. I found my-self moving forward more than invading the fae's space but making sure to stay inside the borders of Malignant. We are not interesting in exchanging any property. What is here is here. As far as to speaking with Queens, well she has left me in charge to deal with you. So if you have no more business here then I suggest you leave. I don't really give a damn who you are related to here, if you have quarrels with them then, then deal with them somewhere else. Do you understand? My words ended with a low growl as my hackles raised slightly. I was not scared to fight for Malignant considering this was my home and always would be. There I stood, looking just like my father, Pendulum. Solid black with a white patch on my chest and burning amber pools that almost look orange in this type of lighting. As the fae picked up her back foreleg I rolled my eyes. My tone getting more aggravated by the second. No need to dance, just leave....fast. I don't have time to play friggin games. |
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- Drop dead my sweet - By Intoxica December 17, 2011 at 09:13:29 AM