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.
IP: 70.58.185.9
Posted on April 1, 2012 at 08:55:28 PM by Samus Aran
Log: 0246891_ Clearance Level: Classified_ ::: Giving a lazy stretch, Samus Aran reached out her paws and extended her talons, black as midnight and sharp as a harsh word. She felt the wind rush between her fur lined toes, relished the cool sensation as the breeze washed over damp, sun deprived flesh. But then she was back to lying on her side, flailed about on the ground in a small patch of meager sun she had found. It wasn’t much, and she wasn’t much one for basking, but right now laziness won out and the huntress had caved. The weak rays barely gave any warmth at all, and it’s not like she was sprawled out there to get a tan, but somehow it felt better than finding some rigid nook in a tree and curling up in the musk for a while. It’s not like the sun was going to be there forever either; soon the earth would move around the star and her light source would vanish, it’s face gracing the other half of the world for a while. Samus didn’t really know why she was trying to reason with herself. It’s not like she had to defend her actions or anything, and if anyone came along she sure as hell wouldn’t stop to give enough to care. An exasperated sigh escaped her ebon lips. Emerald portals opened to a crack, squinting to see anything in the dark beyond the unusually bright light in her eyes. In all honesty, this place had been kinda boring. I mean, being able to run around in a little piece of forest that was marked off by pools of piss was fun and all, and the company (if she ever met any) wasn’t something too unbearably terrible. The mistress just felt… unused. At least as a bounty hunter she was always doing something, always on a mission and looking for the next five she was going to take on. Her days were filled with structure and discipline, self-taught of course, but she followed it just the same as if it had come from some kind of commander. Perhaps she was just pushing herself too hard all those years, and this was how wolves truly lived nowadays. How would she know, this place was like a freaking graveyard. Samus rolled her eyes and turned over, letting the other half of her ribs press into the moist soil. Every now and again she had scented commotion at the borders, a tangling of perfumes and sounds, but they were of no interest to her and none of her business in the first place. There had been that one wolf she greeted at the borders, but what was one wolf to silence a boiling sea of unrest? No, maybe she would leave this place afterall. She gave it a try, and now she was dangerously close to the end of her testing period. Sighing again, the demoness thought what Queens would do if she left and then decided to crawl back a few moons later. Judging from how she wasn’t anyone really important in the pack, the regal would probably turn her away with a sneer. Ah, so this was a one shot deal, huh? Samus turned the thought around in her head, testing it like a smooth river stone within her maw. Hours passed and the russet lady just laid there, oblivious to the world around her. A whole stampede of bison could have come galloping by and she wouldn’t have moved a muscle, let alone flinch or stand up. At one point she was pretty sure some ravens landed around her toned silhouette, certain she was dead, only to find her sides rising with the gentle rhythm of breath. They left soon enough, but even those charcoal birds were more company than she had been granted. Her mind was on the verge of sleep, dreams dancing about before her spheres, taunting her and teasing her with their distant pleasures. A severed throat here, a broken spine there, all the things that had filled her life before and brought her immense satisfaction, as a bounty hunter and as an insane wolf scarred from the very start. Her free obsidian-tipped aud flicked through the atmosphere, the first sign of life from her in a great while. Rest hung heavy on her shoulders and Samus was incredibly tempted to give in, if only to pass the time. Finally, the trees began to melt around her like soft caramel and the ground beneath her crimson hairs cradled her soft figure, anticipating another night spent alone in the misery of these woods. |
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