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.

Refresh/Reload

::The Part Where She Kills You::
IP: 174.45.195.53
Posted on February 27, 2012 at 02:22:47 AM by Samus Aran





Log: 0246891_
Clearance Level: Classified_

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The stale air filled the mistress’s lungs, her lean chest expanding outward before slowly collapsing back, a warm gust of atmosphere escaping from pitch black nares. Pads shifted in the forest loam, leaves and soil fleeing in fear from the powerful weapons. A brilliantly groomed tassel swept the tree root on which her frame was leaning, its ebon tip flicking at the occasional fly as it hummed past. Drawing in another sigh, Samus Aran shifted her paws again, kneading at the dark ground, crystal talons digging up the earth. She had only been here a short time and already it felt like paradise, if you believe in that kind of crap. What was there not to like? The lovely stench that was constantly wafting around the place, the beefy trees that could hide anything behind their trunks, the lovely almost-company that could be sensed padding around. Not to mention the occasional idiot that would drift too close to the borders and become target practice for her fangs. She had been taking a break from hunting, and the near constant flow of victims was the perfect way to keep her skills sharp without putting in that much effort. She had been a bounty hunter from her first breath; this little lapse in business was well earned if she did say so herself. She had just attended the pack meeting, abruptly shortened by a challenger at the border who thought they could win against her queen. Foolish bitch. From what she had gathered, their Alpha wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. A snicker was brought to her lips every time she thought of it. And with the promise of a pack hunt lingering amongst the pines, the place almost felt alive. Another snicker.

Now, all there was to do was wait for Queens to return to her faithful soldiers and lead them on their little escapade. Samus’s fur bristled with anticipation. After moons of getting deer and elk for payment of her services, a little chase of her own would be a welcome change. The demoness licked her jaws at the sudden thoughts, but her pleasure was cut short when a stench hit her nostrils, stronger than the natural perfume of the land. Her pink muscle stopped half-lick, pupils shrinking to specks as her auds rose to attention atop her skull. Her radar twitched as it went to work, figuring out what the stranger wanted so near to their borders. Another sacrifice for her talent? Meh, she was always up for a good slaughter. Stretching lazily before rising off the ground, Samus allowed every one of her glorious vertebra to crack before swishing her plume and starting off at a gentle trot. Might as well let the fool enjoy the rest of their life while they could; death was coming, and she was a bitch. Soon enough she was at the border, toned pistons slowing their movements as she glided to a walk. Emerald portals shone through the shadows of the underbrush, a dangerous beacon of the destruction of come. And then her russet rouge frame was emerging, strong shoulders, lean torso, powerful haunches each following the other. In essence, she was the perfect example of a wolf, in every sense of the word. Silently, with the slightest of smirks hinted on her kissers, she judged the male that so daringly placed his filthy little silhouette on their borders. Sure, Samus may be only an Omega, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t part of this pack. She was more important than any piece of scum floating around the border, and in her opinion she was probably better than most of the sorry saps here. She deserved respect. It was simple as that.

“Let me see that lovely little throat of yours, bastard,” she snarled pleasantly, labias curling back in a demonic grin of pearly spears. They were absolutely perfect killing machines; favorite tool of the trade. And judging this male by his hideous façade, he had tasted the bite of quite a few daggers. He was a weakling, allowing his pate to be marred by some other lupe’s filth. Samus had no respect for those kinds of beings. The femme burrowed her gaze into his, daring him, daring him to make the wrong move and piss her off. As cheerfully sarcastic as she was, there was nothing she enjoyed more than ripping through the tender flesh of some asshole who crossed her the wrong way. Her body was held high and strong, her banner low yet tense, flicking in anticipation. Her muscles were waiting dutifully in case this newcomer decided to try something, dark sage eyes ever watchful, as they were the orbs of a murderer who was born to kill.

Photo Credits:
HeWhoWalksWithTigers@deviantart.com kaukassus@deviantart.com

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