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.

Refresh/Reload

The suffering is almost over
IP: 210.246.0.110
Posted on December 30, 2009 at 08:20:04 PM by Arcadian



Ivory frame tilted a little towards Queens as she moved to stand next to Arc and spoke to the newcomer harshly. Arcadian wouldn’t have broken out into a grin if he wasn’t already smiling such a fake grin. Most wolves thought they were better if they could hide or mask emotions, Arcadian could do this just as well as any mater of emotion, but he preferred to simply choose something else to wear instead of having such a naked, plain face. Truly, plain was dull, boring, uneventful and inconsequential. Arcadian glanced at Queens, nodding respectfully as she looked at him then turned on the newcomer. You didn’t have to be a genius to see that Queens was in a bitch of a mood and would take none from this pretty little bitch of a lamb. Arcadian almost pitied the wolf, but didn’t really ever fall into pity for anyone. He did wonder for a moment where Pendulum was, but brushed the thought off. The dark brute was probably having a leisurely nap somewhere or killing welcoming the abundance of idiots along the borders.

The wolf spoke fast, realising the Queens mood wasn’t too fuckin happy right now, but she seemed to get bloody mixed up, she pretty much begged for death and that was without her opening her trap and a truckload of bullshit fouling another’s ears. Arcadian replicated Queen’s eye roll, knowing this wolf didn’t really have long to live at all, even if Queens did accept it for some reason. Arcadian shifted his stance a little and sniffed. Fear rolled off the fae, a thick stench in the air that was unmistakable. Arcadian figured he may just get to kill something very soon, but he also knew Queens was just as likely to let out any pent up frustration on the pathetic being that begged on its back. Sure, Arcadian had too submitted ion his back and forgone this procedure, but he had actually done it properly and without so much drama. The alabaster male’s tassels lashed the air, ready to either enjoy a great show or shed some blood, either way, not much fun would be drawn from the fae.
Arcadian sighed and glanced about, waiting for the inevitable.




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