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

woh, about my goodnight girl, oh lord A
IP: 203.110.5.25
Posted on March 7, 2010 at 06:50:16 AM by Arcadian



As soon as he heard the brush parting, his lids split open to see the dark femora trudge towards him. His scars etched into a grin as she pushed her crown into his neck and as she spoke he stretched and rose, admiring the wounds she had received in the fight. Obviously she always was going to win and always get injured, it was comforting to him that she didn’t try to pretend she wasn’t hurt, as was her usual way. He closed in on her neck wound, studying it closely. Then he spoke up, his lyric’s casual, not at all worried. Sure, he cared for Queens, but there was no need to be over concerned, she was one tough bitch and she would be fine. He nuzzled her maw with his own in greeting while his words caressed the air.

You want to lie down here or…?

He didn’t finish his sentence but instead beckoned either towards the stream or in the privacy of the willow, whatever she chose he followed and when she was comfortable, he began cleaning the wound on her neck. Whoever the challenger was, they got a nice bite in before the end of their life or the fight. Arcadian was silent; guessing that if she wanted to talk, she’d talk to him. First he made sure the wound overall was clean, and then gave it time to recover from his work by cleaning her surrounding obsidian pelt. Every now and then he would just stop and watch her, then go back to his work. Finally when the wound was clean and the blood gleaned from her fur, he lain himself behind her, but around her cranial area so that she could still see him. He made no attempt to go to sleep.
He would simply sit there and wait.

You need to sleep.

It wasn’t an order and she could hardly disagree without a proper reason. His thoughts drifted to Pendulum and actually wondered where the giant onyx brute was. He hadn’t seemed in a very good mood before he disappeared, latest rumors include he had had a real good time with a demonica fae, seemed he was moving up in the assassin world. Arcadian looked around the clearing and wondered where his’ brothers’ where. He supposed he could call them, but he knew they were busy, apparently with faes. He knew Chance was aiming to catch Huntress and that Blacklight had taken a liking to Queen’s protégé, Metronome in particular. He mentally chuckled, thinking it was not long ago he’d made a brilliant catch of Deidre, with his mouth, literally stopping her from possibly being crushed. He sighed quietly at the thought and checked to see if Queens is asleep.




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