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 October 31, 2012 at 03:44:46 AM by ember
He's right, the wait isn't too long. Within what seems like just a few moments, he can already smell a wolf coming near. Female, to his luck. Ember's eyes light up in their burning-orange amber, and a smirk tugs at the sides of his lips. His ears twitch, then raise themselves upward, as he faces the direction of which the new scent came from. A rustle here and there, a dark figure. Ember bends his body to look closer, the russets and reds revealing themselves where his body bends, but still covered in his dark layers. Despite the weather, Ember always looked hot... literally. His smirk is more visible as the female steps out, making herself present. He analyses her for a moment; brown pelt, with a darker face and legs, amber eyes staring back at him. Different shade of amber, of course, but he can't help but get excited inside his head over this. Then, as he's breathing, he gets a scent that has cock blocked him, prevented him from getting himself a nice girlfriend; pregnant. He can't help but exhale fast and short. Oh well. When a female was pregnant, that meant one thing. Off limits. Ember was a lover, yes, he was. Oh boy, did he love to have a good looking girlfriend to give him some ass when he needed it. Yet, he respected the rules; a taken bitch is a taken bitch. He wouldn't want some other nasty dog slobbering all over his girl, so he always made himself be careful. He glances back quickly; tall, proud, like she owns the place. That she does. Her position is clear; alpha female. His attention is drawn to her, as she speaks. Her voice... Not the kind of tone he usually finds too attracting in a female. Yeah yeah, big bad wolf Ember liked the more quieter ones. Her voice gave him an impression that she was one of... well, those type of wolves. But hey, he isn't quick to judge, so he mentally shakes it off and continues. Malignant Felicity. He liked the ring of it, a lot. Queens, the alphess of Malignant Felicity. Well, her name certainly made him wonder, but once again, he mentally shakes it off. "By the looks of it so far, I'm glad i chose this as well." he says in response to her. His voice is young, not high pitched, but in between. Heck, if there were an A capella, he would make a perfect sexy Tenor voice. There's a joker tone in his voice; one could tell from his simple sentence that he was one of those types. Jokester. It pretty much described his attitude. Once he feels comfortable, ready, he's confident and proud. "Name's Ember." He answers, after a small pause. A devious smile marks itself across his face, while he awaits for the next part to come. He straightens his body to a comfortable stance, and the burning-bright roots are covered well by his pelt as he unbends, but they're still visible because of the sun. Burning bright in the day, coal-dark in the night. His name did, in fact, fit him very well.  |
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