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 12, 2010 at 03:22:41 AM by Arcadian
Alabaster pelt shifted gently in small ripples as the male let his muscles meet the firm cool ground. He blended well with the snow, apart from the half irregular stripe from his banner to thirteenth lumbar; he was practically invisible if you squinted enough. Arcadian was intrigued by the ebony demoness that lay before him; much like a meal lay before its slayer after a hard fought battle. His pink muscle carved out his obsidian lips, tracing the creases of his mouth in a very slow, satisfactory process. It was ironic that she did look very good to eat at this very moment. Having no mate nor partner nor prior commitment, it would be very easy to hide her away, keep her for himself and for his pleasure only. Arcadian had taken hostages before, but they always gave up and begged for death before very many days of amusement could pass at all or they chose to fight him, tooth and nail,. Every single inch of the way he had to drag them, tow them, fight them and break them down. After a while, it simply wasn’t fun anymore. Ah…fun, even thought he’d recently killed, the days were beginning to drag and with Pendulum gone on a little trip, Queens seemed all the more a tempting target. Now she would make a very good hostage and an even better pleasure mountain. Lyri caressed the crisp breeze as he stepped forward a little more, a little bit closer, her scent being utterly one of the best perfumes he had tasted on his nares.
Indeed, I am currently more than satisfied with what’s on offer here.
It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out they weren’t even talking about the pack anymore, but Arcadian could be such a tease sometimes, knowing she was truly a waste of time until she had proved herself to be quite deserving of the pleasure limits he had on offer. Queens seemed to have earned it with any male as a right, but most other faes didn’t compare, some came close, but still, very few in number. Arc let another rumble escape his throat, teasing the temptress lightly. To many, it would have looked as if she was being reminded of her current position- still to be decided. Only she would understand its purely lustful call and Arc chuckled moving steadily closer, rumbling again, harsher this time. It just let her know that if she didn’t like this situation, well, too bad and if she tried something, well, try it and find out. Arcadian may have lusted after something from her, but he didn’t exactly intend to play nice, for now. Technically, he was invading her personal space, but technically, he didn’t give a fuck. His maw hung over her chin and his breath roiled out, moistening her jaw line. He snorted playfully and stepped away before he couldn’t control himself any longer. Lyri rolled out, smooth and leathery.
I think you’ll fit in perfectly here, though its not my decision in the slightest. What is your name?
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