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 July 26, 2012 at 10:38:07 PM by Samus Aran
Log: 0246891_ Clearance Level: Classified_ ::: The rouge fatale lay in the tilted sunlight, kissers wrapped around the ball joint of a hip bone. The mammal had been easy enough to kill, for a bounty hunter such as herself little things like fawns held no challenge. She had devoured the whole thing herself, of course. Call her greedy, but the huntress needed to keep her strength up. But for what… Her gnawing seized briefly as she thought of all she had done recently, which pretty much amounted to absolutely nothing. Sighing slightly, Samus Aran went back to her chew toy, the marrow already sucked clean from the middle. In all honestly she was considering going back into the business once again; sure, that meant leaving the pack, but she wasn’t missing much, was she? That or she’d go mess with that little boy she’d met at the borders and the latest meeting that ended in failure. Anything to distract her from this aching boredom that churned within her stomach. But in all honesty this was partially her fault for not taking the initiative and parading around the place begging for company. Then again, in this place that got your throat ripped out, not that she couldn’t defend herself. Queen’s distant howl pulsed over the trees and she perked her russet and ebon auds just as the bone in her jaws shattered. Fuck. Looking down at the jagged mess, Samus spit shards of off-white onto the blood-stained terra below. A pack meeting? But she had called while still in motion, so something more urgent? The sleek lady discarded the skeleton and stood, brilliant crimson pelt dry and shiny in the direct sunlight. Then her Alpha’s cry came once more; definitely urgent. In that beckon she heard no humor, no lighthearted happiness at seeing her pack assemble. Emerald portals going steely, Samus set off at a quick trot, as she was not far from the meeting spot where Queens’ scent was now wafted from. Still, it seemed she was not quick enough to beat the few suck-ups that lived in the pack. Four souls sat speckled around the clearing, not including the dark form of Queens that took up residence of the center. “Somebody call for a bitch?” she announced loudly, padding towards the middle of the trees to greet her regal. A sarcastic smile slipped onto her kissers, the gesture showing no sensitivity to the current situation, but her jade orbs told a different story. They flashed concern and question to the charcoal leader, as this was their only recipient. Her tar-dipped banner lowered to its respectful position as the hunter approached Queens, simply giving a nod as the two did not know eachother extremely well and Sammy wasn’t one for much physical contact anyway. “Hope you’ve been staying out of trouble,” she mused with a sly grin. Her russet flank was turned the next second, finding its way to a suitable spot to observe the meeting. Devil May Cry was present (what a shocker) and looking as protective of Queens as always. Two young adults sat rump to rump, one light and the other tainted coal and fire. She honestly didn’t remember either. Last was another vixen, looking as bored as she with the past few moons. An ally? Samus Aran simply turned her cranium in the lass’s direction and blinked before returning her stare to the gathering, taking note of her scent for later. |
Replies:
- GASOLINE CAN BURN THAT TOO - By DA KURLZZ July 27, 2012 at 11:59:55 PM
If you need a bad bitchlet me call a f e w - By Queens July 29, 2012 at 10:25:10 AM
.sweet lies. - By vingi July 30, 2012 at 01:47:53 PM
&& i still believe that i cannot be saved - By Devil May Cry July 30, 2012 at 03:51:31 PM
In The Dead Of Night - By Calypso July 30, 2012 at 11:18:34 PM
If you go out in the woods today - By Arcadian* Kazier July 31, 2012 at 07:33:07 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS July 31, 2012 at 11:16:53 PM
Tattered Swan - By Cygnus August 3, 2012 at 08:10:34 PM
dark prince - By Fenrir August 3, 2012 at 08:18:19 PM
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