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 March 4, 2012 at 09:52:24 PM by DA KURLZZ
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My twisted face curls upward as the scent of a fae reaches my nares. Her sweet scent wraps around me, growing stronger as her slim frame advances closer and closer. Her dark frame was quite tantalizing, I must admit. Still I didn't cross her boarder. I'm not that stupid. And like I said, if I died it would be by my own damn paw. Not some little bitch like her. I scanned her ebony pelt then locked onto her emerald orbs. My own tangerine lookers holding a challenging glint. Her light lyrics hit my audits and I chuckle. I chuckle again as my low voice floats in the warm air. I flash her my alabaster neck, one of my red streaks making it look bloody. Then I catch her pools on my mutilated maw. I shift my head from side to side, giving her a better look. A snarl briefly overtakes it but is not threatening, amused rather. At the last sentence I gesture again to my maw. I didn't care what she thought of me so long as she didn't get the wrong idea about my scars. Nothing pissed me off more than some little bitch thinking I was weak, especially one who was so undeniably attractive. My body was stiff and unmoving minus the swaying of my tail. I was on guard, ready to defend myself if this girl decided she was in a pissy mood. I probably hadn't been helping much on that note. Not that I cared one way or the other, though..... Right ? |Adult||Male|| |
ooc; so sorry about how short this is. Im all pissy and dont really have any muse. i just wanted to get this up while i had the chance.
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- :: Comedy = Tragedy + Time :: - By Samus Aran March 8, 2012 at 02:01:04 AM
IF I SURVIVE THEN I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW, YEAH I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW. - By DA KURLZZ March 28, 2012 at 01:38:28 AM