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 June 10, 2012 at 07:00:54 PM by DA KURLZZ
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More came of course. As expected I didn't know any of them. A smirk was on my face at all the looks I got. Pity was in the eyes of some, probably of my mental stability or lack thereof. I caught disdain in others. Cool indifference was there too. Most showed at least a small amount of curiosity at the strange wolf in their home that none of them knew. So far, of all those of my species gathered, I noted absently, they were all vargs. Territorial by nature. The thought was tinged with a sort of offbeat humor. A moment later a familiar voice hit my towers. Inwardly I groaned, outwardly I blew out a sigh. Samus Aran. She was a girl, all right, and she made sure everybody here knew it. When she finally let me go and sat down, I backed up. I was suicidal, not stupid and I knew not to get too close to her. When I was satisfied that my distance wouldn't give her a reason to sic me, my skinny haunches sank to the ground. My cranium swiveled around, luminaries sweeping over each wolf gathered. My expression was the usual, guarded. The teen who had called everyone showed no hint of getting us going. I was finishing my look over when Sammy's lyrics pierced the silence again. My orange pools moved to lock onto the valkyrie. The next wolf of note that entered the clearing was an older brute. He had an air of power emanating from him. If it hadn't already been dead silent, I'd bet it would have become so very quickly. He wasn't the alpha, though, that much I knew. The alpha's scent had been distinctly feminine, which this male carried fresh on his dark cloak. When the juvenile spoke up to counter the warning of the male, he was quickly cut off. Whatever the danger was, it must have been pretty big to be stopping a pack hunt over. I was just wondering when he was going to get around to telling us what was up when he stepped aside. Since the female scent was so fresh, I figured he must only be standing aside for Her, the Alphess. I watched with a cautious interest for her to come into view. |Adult||Male|| |
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