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 December 23, 2009 at 00:39:04 AM by Arcadian
Arc felt pretty refreshed after a little paddle in the falls collecting pool, it made the most significant feature of Malignant and was the most known landscape feature in Blossom. The blood had washed off quite easily after a little soak, his brothers, as he called them, had departed to go look for some’ runtime’ along the border and he decided he wasn’t going to let them have it all, after all. He stepped from the shallows, his ivory coat darkened to a light iron grey, clinging to his Devilish frame as he trotted away from the pool, all scent of Tatanka’s blood gone. He felt quite pleased the brute was gone and nothing more, now he was wondering what the hell he’d do with himself in a pack full of gorgeous faes, single faes, to make it more specific. At least Queens had found a new play toy for now, gave him time to think about how far he would or wouldn’t take it next time. Arcadian smiled at the alpha’s image- she truly could rule over all. With Tan’s out of the way, he felt somewhat bored and decided to go find a newcomer to play with and maybe even grab a quickie if they showed themselves to be his type. Arcadian listened to her chorus and then followed the sound and scent as well as a man with his magnetic needle.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
His pace increased to a lope, scenting Black Chance heading for another Newcomer not far away. Arc did hope he behaved himself; it was useful to have them about once more and the fact that they all hunted for each other when not in a pack, therefore, they made quite a little hunting team- especially in winter with him and Blacklight being pretty much completely ivory. Arc shook the thoughts of food out of his head and produced himself from the sugar dusted foliage as it had begun to snow. Flakes in his coat made him look even whiter although the dominant stripe of black down his back that continued to his tail wasn’t so finable when covered in a light dusting of white magic. Arcadian paced up to the fae and stood near a metre from her, her posture seemed to bother her. His cherry muscles flexed and rippled with every grip on the snow, every twitch of his banner. His tassels were held at Omega, his stance was neutral, his face showed no emotion, but broke into a heart stopping smile as soon as he spoke.
Indeed my lady, if submitting bothers you that much, I wouldn’t waste my time here.
Arcadian decided to wait for a reply before even bothering to call Queens, he wouldn’t want to be the one that woke his Queen from her sweet nap when all she had to do was kill the pathetic newcomer. No, he wouldn’t even bother her until this wolf proved herself to be worthy by stopping squirming and just accepting the fact that she would have to be underneath another the whole time if she joined the pack. Arcadian kept smiling beautifully at her, his carriage tempting her to glance, to linger on her bodice and rake the views in. That was all well and good, but not enough to keep her here. Arcadian spoke up once more, his tones leathery and cool.
Speak your intentions.
Replies:
- Pain is worth it for Streangth - By Flaw December 24, 2009 at 00:16:55 AM
every sound you make - By Arcadian December 24, 2009 at 11:35:43 AM
Every second - By Flaw December 24, 2009 at 07:08:37 PM
its unilke anything [ Queens ] - By Arcadian December 24, 2009 at 08:41:15 PM
you have ever seen - By Flaw December 24, 2009 at 10:02:10 PM
StripTease - By Queens December 29, 2009 at 11:52:24 AM
Some way, some how. - By Flaw December 29, 2009 at 06:23:42 PM
The suffering is almost over - By Arcadian December 30, 2009 at 08:20:04 PM
OOC - By Flaw January 2, 2010 at 11:13:42 PM
Only the strong stay here Heavens for the weaklings - By Queens January 3, 2010 at 01:21:05 AM
When your loving me - By Arcadian January 3, 2010 at 05:47:40 AM
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