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 September 3, 2012 at 02:50:31 PM by Samus Aran
Log: 0246891_ Clearance Level: Classified_ ::: Sammy had just returned from quite the steamy encounter at the mountain, remembering the sight of the world stretched out before her atop the cliff and the scent of a masculine boy behind her. A pink tongue sneaked out of her maw, tasting the dry marrow from her kill. She had picked up a rabbit along the way. Of course she wouldn’t slay a prized form of fun. A smirk slid onto her kissers at her own whit, knowing it was stupid and vowed to never let it see the light of day. Hey, a girl could have a little joke with herself one in a while, couldn’t she? Her pistons worked steadily below her frame, each one straining for the next step, the next destination. She was taking her time returning to the borders, her pace a lazy trot, as she didn’t sense any urgent matters to be attended. Sadly, it had been like this for a while. But all the packs were surely like this, going through a time of hardship. No, they had simply wait a few more moons until a time of bounty fell upon them. She knew the lesson of patience well. It was all but essential when it came to bounty hunting, her profession of choice. Thinking back to all her assignments, fond memories flowed before her path, and she seemingly flowed through the timeline of her career. Ah, how she dearly did miss the job. But Malignant took priority now. Picking up her pace slightly, Samus found herself near the territory once again, a familiar darkness enveloping the land. Just as fate would have it a howl rang out atop the canopy, one that was asking for acceptance, although it seemed pinpointed at a certain wolf instead of the collective. And… could it be her? The tone had almost vibrated her name. But the cry was young, naïve, born from a wolf who had not yet known the trails of life. So, a mere pup was asking for her? She racked her brain for any memory of a small lupe, but none came. And, even when she got closer, the scent she tasted was not one she recognized. Which was both a curse and a blessing. A curse because she’d have to meet the expectations of some crazed adolescent. A blessing because her name had finally begun drifting around blossom, and her talents would be well-known to those who would even need to seek her out. A content grin flashed upon her features at the thought of her fame, something she had never really craved but was always welcome. Diverting her course to come behind the newcomer at the borders, Samus was upon the wolf in no time. She was older than she first estimated, well into her teen years, with a pelt of snow and crimson, much like the other deadly families around here, but she detected no relation. The lass was staring intently into the packland, banner flicking almost angrily as it seemed no wolves were coming to greet her. Shame. Curling up her own russet flag, but not too high as to break her rank of Omega, the huntress silently padded forward and landed a firm nip on the girl’s flank. Pay attention bitch. Then she circled in front, calmly stepping over the borders like they were her very own. A dark grin was held on her face. “You really must pay more attention, sweetie. Wouldn’t want to see your entrails before I can see what you can really do.” Of course, the hunter had no idea that this teen was indeed here for her guidance, and that last comment was unknowingly fitting to the situation. Still standing, Samus let her final string of lyrics hit the atmosphere. “Now, if I were a good little girl, I’d roll over and play dead before the big bad lady gets any ideas.” The words came out in a growling purr, dangerous yet sarcastic. Actually, she wouldn’t mind slicing this ignorant pup open, but she’d have to hold back and satisfy herself with the mere sight of that pretty throat. |
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- The Only Thing Between Madness and Death is Fear - By Sicarius September 9, 2012 at 03:54:01 PM
[stop screaming and don't resist] - By Samus Aran September 15, 2012 at 00:44:24 AM
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