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 November 18, 2012 at 02:45:40 AM by ember
Ember's gorgeous pelt shone it's unusual coloring thanks to the sun. The mixes of crimson, russets, and reds on his roots gave him bright look underneath, with his black and dark brown mixes covering over the top. He was stunning. He seemed so dark, but when he moved and his pelt shifted a little here and there, he created a sort of illusion; embers embedded in the bottom layer of his pelt, at the roots. Of course, they only seemed active during the day; after all, it was the sun and light that triggered this illusion. His bright burning amber eyes only added to his look, which earned him his name as a pup. Slender body. He wasn't big at all when he came to strength, but speed on the other hand, oh boy. Running was a thrill to him. Perhaps it was because he had done it so much in the past, but he could never get enough of it. Big tough guys? Yeah, he can't hit them with a strong blow for shit. When he uses his speed to deliver a blow, what a sight. He passes by, coming to a halt by a border. His body seems relaxed, as his nostrils lift up. A stench of... dry blood. He chuckles. This could be a home for some of those 'bloodthirsty wolves'. Interesting enough for him. His personality clashes a lot. This would seem like a place where this very thing would happen to him, but hey, what's life for without a little bit of fun? "Better be some hot chicks around here..." He chuckles to himself, before lowering his tail and stance to show a submissive form. He had never done this before, for he had only lived in one other pack. He had seen wolves do it before, those who wished to join his old pack. He snorts at the thought. His old pack, kicking him out cause he was... evil. Now now, don't get your panties up in a knot. Ember wasn't the type of evil to go around, kill for no reason, acting like a total bad ass. No, he was a douche, a prankster, a jerk, a troll. Horrible indeed. Yet when it came down to business, he got his shit done. He wasn't evil all around; he was truly a lover. Ladies, ladies, ladies, girlfriends, booty calls, that's the stuff! The elements that made up Ember made him quite a character, easily hatable by those 'evil blood-thirsty' wolves without a sense of humor. Ember had class, and he wasn't afraid to show it off. To the ladies, to the males, to everyone around him. His experience at Blossom was brief, but first thing is first; finding a pack. Not just some lame pack that's there to kill time either, a nice one, filled with hot chicks, not afraid to have a little of fun. Homies? Bros. Love having them bros too. A wind sends Ember's smell across, surely a wolf would find it and trace it back to him over at the borders. No need to howl, save the energy. He waits, his stance still standing-submissive, with blazing amber pools keeping an eye out for anyone around. Heck, if he was lucky, he'd have some hot chunk of meat come talk to him. If not, a nice conversation seemed fun for ember too. Devious grin smacked across his face, he stretches his back, before fixing himself once more. He had to be presentable after all right? Specially for this piece of land. He... liked the location or something, he didn't really even know what it was. Surely, there must be another close by. But it's best to try this place first. Never change your mind unless you're 100% sure you're wrong.  |
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can't wait any longer! asked larka, she said a re-post would be fine ^^
Replies:
- I'll be the judgemental one - By Kazier November 29, 2012 at 04:22:32 AM
sorry - By Dee November 18, 2012 at 05:14:10 AM
^^ - By Ranma November 19, 2012 at 00:39:48 AM