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 May 31, 2012 at 00:20:38 AM by Samus Aran
Tragedy Log: 0246891_ Clearance Level: Classified_ ::: The days were just as they always were in Malignant. Suns dragged on with predictable monotony, dusk gave way to aching night, and sleepless moons were spending wandering aimlessly about the land. Of course Samus could have always seeked out the company of her own kind, but she was a wolf of Malignant and that said all that needed to be spoken. The bounty hunter really had been quite bored, what with ending her profession for a time to relax in this inhabited hellhole, and not many could stand the lady’s attitude. So the rouge fatale was content to wander about and snack upon the occasional vole or hare that was unlucky enough to emerge at her paws. Groaning slightly, the demoness rolled a complete rotation from where she had been all but hibernating, trying in vain to convince her muscles to move. Just a quick lap around the borders to keep her silhouette curvy and in relative perfect shape and she could spend the rest of the day getting in touch with her inner lazy. Slowly she rose and stretched absently before heading off, clockwise. The dark russet lass had made it about a quarter of the way when a howl was heard above the canopy and Samus Aran slowed to a bouncing walk to listen to the cry. It was not of Queens origin; she could tell that immediately. But something about it hinted at the dark mistress regal so Sammy came to conclude that this was one of her offspring. Not to mention the call was of a young Varg, barely grown into his balls, as it would make sense not many outside pups or teens could make it in these lands. Shrugging, she decided to finish out her little exercise session before going to crash the party. Sure, it meant she would be a little late, but it’s not like they’d turn her away. And if they did… heh. The deadly valkyrie’s lips curved up in a sickly smile, a chuckle bubbling up from within her throat like ebon tar. And so she loped around the land and found herself back at the clearing where her imprint was permanent in the downy grasses, and she headed off to where the song had bloomed and a swamp of scents was beginning to waft from. Some held stronger perfumes than others… well, scratch that, let’s call them ‘musks’. Samus did not detect one bit of estrogen floating about the meeting ground. Rolling her eyes with irritation, the hunter set off, hoping her radar had lied but knowing it had not. She arrived soon enough, all lean body trickling about the trees like a creek of pure crimson. The first sight she caught of the company was the half-concealed ass of a male whom she recognized immediately. The alabaster suicide case had been her first victim at the borders, biting back at her words with ones almost equal in wit, and she had let him in, although she did not imagine they’d cross paths again so soon. A childish grin dripped from her features as she slowly to a silent stalk, coming up behind him. Then, just as her paw was about to land to the right of his rump she broke the quiet act and simply straightened out, striding up beside to boy. “Hey now, let’s go bashful. Time to meet the family.” As her cranium came to his shoulders she extended her nape and latched onto the closest ear, tugging it forward as she continued to walk into the clearing. Of course she let go… eventually. He wouldn’t be in that much pain. And anyway, couldn’t these boys suck it up? Hips rolling smoothly in their sockets, she emerged from the underbrush and looked them all over with a smug upturn to her kissers. The male who had called this little hunting party was truly just barely past his teens, and the combined aspect of his looks and his stench confirmed him as Queen’s son. He was young, there was no getting around that fact. Who knew, maybe he’d be a good leader. She offered him a look and shrugged off in the other direction. Across the way were two wolves sitting snuggly next to eachother; one a dark male with shocking emerald orbs such as her own stunning portals, the other a pompous boy much like the hessian who had beckoned them. More quick conclusions put them as brothers. Turning again she caught sight of a dark he-beast sitting by himself, but the comfortable way he held himself beneath the branches suggested this had long been his home. Devil May Cry, the faithful Beta, maybe? Last was another multi-toned, wait for it, male! Surprise surprise, this place was seriously sexist. Samus Aran snorted to herself and turned, seeing all she needed to. The vixen traced a quick circle before setting herself down upon the loamy terra, her position near Da Kurlz still probably hiding in the bushes. Let’s face it, he was the only soul she knew here. Regardless, Sammy cracked her neck from side to side, immediately positively bored. She drew in a deep breath and stared around at them all, a group of wolves who looked like long hated enemies forced to behave at a funeral. The temptress let the stale air hold in her lungs a while before releasing in a huge puff of water vapor. “Hey big man, you gonna lead or are we gonna wait for the bunnies to arrive too?” She asked, her sarcastically sweet tone directed at the young knight. Call her impatient and you’d be terribly wrong. No, bounty hunting had everything to do with patience. She had just been so unstimulated lately all of the built up bitterness came rushing out at once. But that was your typical sweetheart Sammy; you gotta love her. |
Replies:
- callmecrazy - By Kohaku May 31, 2012 at 02:13:41 PM
The undead Soldier - By Fenrir June 1, 2012 at 01:15:02 PM
familiar sins come crashing in - By Leonidas June 3, 2012 at 05:23:00 AM
all the devils are here - By Sidorio June 3, 2012 at 09:15:11 AM
from the heavens come more than angels - By Arcadian June 4, 2012 at 04:15:21 AM
IF I SURVIVE THEN I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW. - By DA KURLZZ June 10, 2012 at 07:00:54 PM
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