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 February 6, 2012 at 04:08:56 AM by Venefica
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So this is where she had ended up. She wasn't one to be tied down to one pack, one place for long, but something was telling her that for her own sanity, it would be the wisest choice. She was deeply insatisified with this place. She had come, expecting people like her, not one-demensional creatures that only had the brain capacity to meet, greet, and fuck each other to make a family. How utterly ick. She had always been a loner, and had no hopes of making a family. Maybe that's why the lot she had met had been so unappealing to her. The fact that they thought making new lives to bring into the world was the only use for their lives. What a waste. She had more expectation out of her life than to make children, the repulsive little things they were, even though her life was cut short by the woman she had spent her time with. Speaking of that woman, she probably killed her chanced of having kids, so there was no chance that she could stake any of the desires that drove so many of the wolves here. Too bad for them, when she wasn't ranting to herself, she could be pretty good company, as long as you didn't make her mad by demeaning her or anything. She wasn't made to be anyone's stepping stone, and she wasn't too be treated like one. And there she went on one of her infamous rants. Shaking her head to dispell her mind on the thought train that she had just derailed, she looked back to the borders of the packlands that she had wound up at. It smelled freshly of alpha. So, they wanted everyone to know that this was their land. She respected them for that. Slackjars that went all the way to the top and didn't bother to stay there weren't high on her list, and she wanted to know that she wasn't going to be governed by one. But there she went, getting ahead of herself, thinking that they would let her in. Maybe she wasn't up to their standards. She wasn't up to her own most days. Rolling her eyes at the sheer insaneness of her mental commentary, she howled her pressence, her voice low and powerful as it threaded it's way through the lands, beckoning any who wished to meet her to her location. Thinking back on pack procedures, she lowered herself into a revealing bow, showing her organs and letting them know that she fully intendened to let them reign over her. She wasn't one to start uprisings anyway, so it wasn't that big of a deal for her. Now all she had to do was wait and pray that she could out of this uncomfortable position soon. -------------------------------------------------------- Dancing in flames of my own creation --------------------------------------------------------  Witchy Woman – Eagles Song Lyrics |
Replies:
- bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry February 7, 2012 at 01:31:45 AM
Dancing in flames of my own creation - By Venefica February 7, 2012 at 01:46:16 AM
bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry February 7, 2012 at 05:23:28 AM
Dancing in flames of my own creation - By Venefica February 7, 2012 at 01:29:26 PM
bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry February 8, 2012 at 06:34:13 AM