This Is Halloween Halloween HALLOWEEN

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 12, 2015 at 06:51:42 PM by ~~J A C K S K E L L I N G T O N~~

The Ghouls and Ghosts would miss him. The Witches would grieve and Mayor would cry. The Corpse family would be missed and the Vampires would binge their feelings out. Halloween Town would be long but a memory for the ghost. He needed something new. He needed to share his stories and he needed to share his world. Expand. Make a new.

His body was covered in white, resembling his original boney skeleton. Yet he had his laced black grin over his kissers. Black set around his silver eyes, making them look sunken in. His nose had been almost expanded by the black that trailed into three points, one in the bottom center and two on the top sides. Dr.Finklestein made this body for him, a gift to change his life and make his dreams live. The Pumpkin King made his way to the new world he would hope to call his own home.

His white fur blew in the wind, reminding him of home. He set down his presents to the place; pumpkin seeds. He cleared his throat and threw his head back, calling forth another soul. He sat in wait once his call ended.

�All hail to the Pumpkin King.�

{ Jack Skellington :: Adult :: King :: ~~Ties~~ :: ~~Young~~ :: ~~Homeworld~~ }
:: -Metalhead- ::

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h e a r t . t h r o b - By k i r a s t a s i a December 12, 2015 at 09:48:47 PM
Life's No Fun Without A Good S C A R E - By ~~J A C K S K E L L I N G T O N~~ December 19, 2015 at 09:15:03 PM

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