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: 75.118.108.125
Posted on May 29, 2012 at 07:42:12 PM by DA KURLZZ
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The varg's smokey white pelt was highly visible. He didn't care, not about that or anything else. His existence was basically futile. This was his though at least. No one had ever been around to challenge this view so he had stuck with it. Suicide was a fun thing to dabble in for the hazy alabaster and crimson stained brute. And of course humor was a part of him, what with half of his mouth raggedly pulled up into a smirk, the other side pulled down to a frown. His life had been nothing before coming to Maligant and still it was nothing. Since that mean piece of work, Samus Aran, had met him at the boarders and he had become a part of this pack, months ago now, he had done the same thing. He sat endlessly just outside the boarders, sat but didn't sleep. Of course he sustained his life, just barely, with the pools of water he would find and a bit of meat. A mouse here, a squirrel there, the occasional rabbit. It made no difference to him. Life was nothing but a blur. He had no purpose, he had no reason. Truth be told, the only thing keeping him from ending it was a stupid little voice in his head that pestered him constantly. Yes, DA KURLZZ hears voices, well really only one. At this particular moment, the gangster hears a call for the pack to gather. His raven dyed lids slid open, revealing paired lifeless orange luminaries. He didn't care in the least who the call was from but got slowly yet oddly gracefully to his feet. The dusky chalky dragon moved swiftly on long, slim stilts towards the call. It didn't take him long to reach it. Once there, staying in the shadows, he found three males, one seemed to be a teen and the other two adults like himself. He offered up no vocals to the wolves, just stood in the dark cover of his precious shadows, his orange gazers glowing faintly. Hunts weren't his favorite thing, at least not with others. He loved the kill, the sharp tang of the animal's life nectar on his tongue. The adrenaline pumping through his veins, driving him eagerly on. The feeling of the crimson liquid soaking through the fur around his kissers, touching his skin. Others ruined the luster of the hunt, the kill. He would just have to deal with that, now wouldn't he? No matter to him, nothing ever is. |Adult||Male|| |
shitty sorry. :/
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IF I SURVIVE THEN I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW. - By DA KURLZZ June 10, 2012 at 07:00:54 PM