(joining) <small>The Art of War</small>

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 May 16, 2013 at 12:12:30 PM by Tsu

A small, dark pup wandered alone and lost. She didnt know this was pack territory. She had other things to worry about. She was angry. She was confused. How did I get here? Mused the ebony mistress. She sat down and sighed, a strange, grown-up sound coming a three week old pup. Tsu was her name, and she was sure she was abondoned here by her mother. I can hardly remember what my mother looks like. Why would whoever the heck she was abandon me? She obviously wasn't a very good mother, then. Pure brown pools flashed around the clearing. Her eyes widened. Oh God! Where's my fraternal twin? I-I mean Nomni! Oh God, oh God! Please don't tell me my good-for-nuthin' mother seperated us! The sound of rushing water pounded against Tsu's delicate towers. Caw! Caw! Tsu turned her black and white cranium towards the screaming bird. Shut up! It's bad enough I have an unloving mother, and that I woke up in a completely unknown place, and the last thing I need is a headache! The birds continued to scream. The black and white fatale growled at the feathered animals feebly. She was barely old enough to eat solid meat, let alone hunt a bird that was larger than her body. Tsu's stomach growled its own growl. Tsu sighed. Sorry, belly, but I need milk, something only my horrible mommy has. Tsu was frightengly thin. She needed something to eat. Tsu needed a home.

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i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k May 20, 2013 at 06:01:41 PM
The Art Of War - By Tsu May 22, 2013 at 11:47:52 AM
i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k May 22, 2013 at 07:25:24 PM
The Art of War - By Tsu May 23, 2013 at 00:23:59 AM
i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k May 27, 2013 at 03:56:00 AM
The Art of War - By Tsu May 27, 2013 at 12:35:04 PM
i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k May 29, 2013 at 07:14:56 PM

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