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 January 3, 2010 at 05:47:40 AM by Arcadian
Inevitable. Something that is, regardless of what happens around it or to it, will sooner or later happen indefinitely. So when Arcadian knew that inevitably this wolf would die eventually, on matter what happened to it, he got his magical little wish and along came death in the form of four paws and one hell of a set of jaws. As Queens spoke, his grin changed to a smirk, eyeing the wolf that was now under Queen’s weight and obviously, as she had put it, ready to die, if not fearful of said death. Arcadian smiled as gathered crimson scented the air with its metallic scent and therefore made him shiver to delight to watch the pathetic corpse fall away. Well, at least there was easy disposal; the body already lay at the border so no need to drag any dead weight, not that Arc would have minded performing like a show pony for his elegant alpha. He watched her lick her digits clean and shuffled casually towards her.
You’ve got something...
His pink muscle extended cautiously, remembering this was queens and he was just as likely to have his tongue ripped out as it was to meet her own in a kinky lick. If sghe showed any agro, he simply remained to himself quietly. He caressed the tiny amount of blood from her shoulder and he did it in the least amount of licks possible, because honestly, she looked tired and he didn’t want to give her the impression that he simply wanted a fuck right now. Arc was good for it anytime, but he simply felt content to sit next to his new slaughterhouse buddy and clean the blood off her. Licking blood off her body was like nothing else, nothing else would compare to the contours of her body and the metallic twangs of sours and sweets throughout the crimson blood. He cleaned her shoulder and then withdrew back, still close, but no closer than an average pack mate would allow them to get. Arcadian did keep it in mind that was what he was. He turned to the queen and let his pale rainforest hued gaze observe her frame. His smoky lyric’s touched the air.
You look tired Queens…
Arc felt an urge to ask if everything was alright, but he understood it wasn’t truly his place to do that. He never really was one for breaking rules, but he actually did like Queens for more than her body and wanted to remain on her good side. He waited for an answer, letting his rump meet the chilled ground. Malignant felicity was always sub-tropical in feel, but winter seemed colder this year. Still, the lush canopy, even without its leaves and the odd d evergreen left the ground with only the thinnest blanket of snow which made it easier to travel and also helped Arc blend in, usually the combination of black on white panda bear style he could move extremely invisibly at night. He truly was much more adapted to the night anyway, which ever season it choose to be.
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