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 March 8, 2014 at 05:56:30 AM by CARNIVAL
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can you hear that wonderful sound? The Ferris wheel has started, now we’re stuck going round and round… [THE TIES THAT BIND] Do you remember me? She would ask first, and the question would be silky smooth, without the hesitance of strangers. Do you recognize me? My curves as defined as the globes of your hourglass, with grains of sand sinking like droplets of blood down a bottle-thin neck…Do you smell me? I am one of you. Carnival prowled languidly through the territory, her mottled coat bathed in the somber moonlight of her preferred dwelling hours. Solitude suited her in an odd way, and though she didn’t regret the botched hunt, she despised it. Where were her brethren, her fellow shadow lurkers? Had they all fallen victim to the garish light of day? Though her mouth twisted in a sickly, pleased grin, her heart twisted for more private reasons, and she cringed at the vulnerability she knew it hid. But her kin, her crazy murderous family, they were here. They had to be. Come catch me, if you can. Her perfume scattered throughout the terra, dared. I am tired of being one of me. |
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