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 May 13, 2010 at 05:05:18 PM by CASJ
Faol'an's paws barely made a sound as they churned the dirt. He loped slowly forwards, his pupils waxing and waning with the ever changing light filtering through the trees. His ivory pelt was dark with the ash he had picked up from Blossom field and he felt heavy from the extra weight. He slicked his soldiers against his honeyed skull as he moved like a shadow, trying to attract as little attention to himself as he could.
Faol'an was losing his pride. The knowledge hurt him but he could do nothing to prevent it leeking out through his pads. Since being in this wretched forest he had been shunned by every other wolf, as was the norm in his case. Glancing back, he felt a flash of paternal love as Cvijet galloped wearily after him. She deserved a better life. She deserved a mother. He didn't. Trying to push the nagging thought from his mind he lifted his nares to catch the scent as he ran. The sharp scent of tree blood filled his nostrils and the even sharper scent of wolf musk invaded his nares. A territory. Stopping as he reached the source of the scents, Faol'an was met by an awe inspiring forest of towering tropical trees. He lowered his maw to inspect the boundary lines. A shiver rippled along his bodice as an eerie howl filled the night. Maybe here he would find some that would welcome a mixed blood wolf into their territory. Especially one that had commited such a crime. This was the last chance for him. He bent his once regal neck to give Cvijet a gentle lick of reassurance, though he probably needed it more then she did. Night was coming on and it was getting cooler. What had to happen needed to happen quickly. So, bracing his three pillars in a wide arc, he opened his leather-guaged maw and let his rich, accented howl fill the empty forest around him. Now all he could do was wait. So, as the first pinpricks of light rose dripping into the sky from their rest on the ocean floor, the awesome brutus lat down at the scent markers as was custom and brought his pup to lie between his paws, enjoying what might be their last night together. Cvijet was his dove and he couldn't imagine life without her, but Faol'an wasn't unselfish and if there was a chance at giving her a better life, he would seize it, no matter the cost.
Cvijet followed her dad into the unkown once again. She couldn't even describe how much she loved the three-legged brutus that was her father. He was the focal point of all her imagination, love and trust. The ivory male as large as life with as big a heart. Cvijet rarely complained and refused to now, sensing her sire's melancholy mood, despite the fact that she was falling asleep on her paws. The crisp evening air like a drug only serving to intensify her fatigue.
Eventually, as it seemed to the pup, Faol'an halted on the edge of a forest ringing with the noise of night bird calls and dripping water. Cvijet stood beside him, her sparkling green orbs searching the depths for signs of life. She pressed her pelt closer to Faol'an who licked her comfortingly. Her silver-silked bodice rippled under the ivory brute's tongue and she felt some of the tiredness lift from her enough so that she raised her pitiful excuse for a banner and joined her tiny voice to her father's as his howl caressed the stars. The young fea shivered as a cold breeze sprang up and was grateful when her father lay down and brought her to rest between his gigantic front paws. She didn't really understand their reason for being here but she trusted Faol'an absaloutly and would follow him even to her death.
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- this is my .calm. - By Queens May 15, 2010 at 03:25:59 AM
This is my exhausted - By Faol'an and Cvijet May 15, 2010 at 11:13:11 AM
Re(1): This is my exhausted - By CASJ May 23, 2010 at 05:14:08 PM
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