They Say Let Sleeping Dogs lie. So Lie Low%01 and Sit Pretty. Mutt.

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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They Say Let Sleeping Dogs lie. So Lie Low, and Sit Pretty. Mutt.
IP: 69.29.131.63
Posted on January 31, 2012 at 07:30:31 AM by Pascal

It had grown weary, pacing, listening.. This forest stank of death and fermence, and for that no mercy was lifted from these dense foliages, endless mazes of greenery and rhetoricaly placed vines. What could possibly find joy in sulking through these?
Ah, but this wasn't his land.
Wasn't his choice.
And definantly, wasn't his most favored part of these woods.
Pascal lumbered forward, tracing along the boarder, no eagerness inscribed apon his tight maw, no mercy wrote thier tediouse novels over his eyes.
But pride, ereased from the dictionary placed bellow his coal-shadded crown lingered there, but not for long.
It had been a long while yet, trailing along these lines that marked a creature's land, and a loner's humble abode.
That was, untill a scream had torn through his protective viel of silence, what in God's name?
The sounds trickled down his auds, so well informing him on the happenings.
A fae, by the sounds of it, how it ended with such a high pitched wail.
But it was so empty, so eager for distain and destruction.
A pity, truley it was that this poor lass had undergone such pain.
But not everyone was graced with such luck, but then of course.
Not everyone was graced with such slovenly, agonizing behavior.
Breaking his ealier course, he proceeded towards the intrusion which had broken off with such a.. Forlonged note.
What could possibly have caused such a thing..?

Skirting the edges of the pack's boarder he soon reached the scent line, slathered in the strong aroma of Fae wolf. Ah, the oppisit gender.. So deliciousely fragile and disgustingly complicated..
The farther along the scent stretched, the farther along he went.
Expecting a half-dead corpse, laying apon her own pool of blood was far from the scene that now reached his dark orb, the left ember sagging with desiese, infesting with a white mist that clung to the watery surface.
Here was a fae, brilliantly white fur sticking out against the dank of the forest, darker splotches dancing a lovely ballade over her coat.
But her eyes were empty of all emotion, but hurt.
By the looks of her tembling form, raspy breathing.. Seems this Fae had a story longer then could be said in a full day of light.
Like a glass book, waiting to be shatttered. But who exacly would be doing the breaking..?
And what exacly, so intruiging the subject, was writtin in that book...
Still not breaching the boarders, Pascal glowered at the irritating birds that so loudly proclaimed the danger of crossing the very things they themselves had undoubtedly ventured over.
Foolish fowls, catch yourself a damn insect and leave us sorry bitches be.
If any of us so chose to die, then that would be on our own rotting flesh. You would be left to wallow in our meat and fill your bellies with our failure to survive.
Slipping under a near-by bush the Brute perched, paws digging into the moist earth that was blanketed so thickly with moss in these places.
Reminded him of slime and eels, creeping up among his pads to fill thier famished jaws.
Shudder.
His contemplation was soon run over when a dark male, brawny and scarred stalked into the clearing. Must be part of the infamouse pack that was held so highly in ways of, decapitation.
Or, more pacificaly, bringing painfull agony to thier enemies, and crushing wolves like bugs under thier paws.

Hello to you too, Bitch.

This male did no shame to Maligant's fame, strolling in with a knife in his stare and steel in his stride.
Marks of battle lacing over his tinted fur like a spider's web over a hallow tree.
Approuching the intruding female, who had seemed very intent on every mortal soul in five sqaure miles of where she was. He growled out his warning.
Huh, not very friendly were they.. Threatening such a fragile creature, so hashly.. This was not one of his own, this trembling Fae.
Infact, he would of most likely killed her on sight if it had been in a different time, a different place, with a different, very intimidating wolf about to tear her soul out before his beady eyes.
Either she ran, or this Maligant's child would bring back her scalp to his alpha.
Eh, not too big is he?
Time to intervene, attempt to summon what courage tried to abide in his wirey form.
Ah, the cravenly figure he was, a pity he hadn't learned bravery better.
But now was not the time to dwell, in such deppressing notions..
Sliding out from under his haven of false shadows, and mock saftey he ambled up beside the female, brushing against her flank in what he hoped to be a reasuring gesture, tickling her ear with his maw.
" Please, princess. Let me, handle this. Unless you have a deathwish.. I'de love to escort you out of this King's land."
Raising his voice to a growl towards the end of his short rant, he cast his best 'Your a bitch, for taking this Fae on' glare, he continued on, now directing his taught voice at this male.
" My deepest, grattitude for not tearing this foolish Fae down... I give my humble thanks for your.. Hospitality..'
To hell with Hospitatliy, but this WAS the male's land, and in the crule rules of this forest, he, and her, were in the wrong.

Ah.. He was in a shitty spot.. Here he had been ready to enter, a little late he may of been, into the meeting that he'd been intently watching for the last couple hours.
Through the beggining, to the last few skirmishes, the banishment of the groveling dog, to the flirts and taunts of this male right here.
Devil, Queens handy-dog and king of this game of wits and alliences.
Now the jailer of a sad little female, quiverng next to him, perhaps losing sanity...?
His time would come.. Perhaps.. But for now, the wolf standing next to him was a, however foolish the notion, top prioty.
Dipping his head he concluded his say
" Devil, I wish we hadn't met this way, and I'm sorry about this.."
Allowing a curt nod at the boarder behind me, he indicated his crossing into their territory.
" and this,"
Next, at the beauty standing, with a rigidly chilly hate in her eyes beside him, her white fur blank over his own black fur.
" My deepest respects, Sire."
Awkward on how to adress such a powerfull being of these lands without ending up on his belly, he finished.
Hopefully the Fae would come with him to saftey, where he could promptly resume being a crule Bitch.

OOC: Sorry there's no picture.. Apparently actualy getting somone to make you a HTML and frame within the first few weeks, if really difficult.. Again, sorry for the Crappy post as well... I'm tired. :3, Suck it up.
I'm also not very clear with the post rules, if I'm not allowed to intervene here just tell me and I'll just re-use this post somwhere else and revoke what just happen.
=D Enjoy!

Replies:

Re(1): They Say Let Sleeping Dogs lie. So Lie Low, and Sit Pretty. Mutt. - By weeping star January 31, 2012 at 03:42:25 PM
Re(2): They Say Let Sleeping Dogs lie. So Lie Low, and Sit Pretty. Mutt. - By weeping star January 31, 2012 at 03:46:14 PM
Your already low, so die already. - By Pascal February 1, 2012 at 00:49:10 AM
bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry February 2, 2012 at 04:47:24 AM
Let us lie, and I'll lie your grave. - By Pascal February 3, 2012 at 03:36:13 AM

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