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 July 8, 2010 at 07:53:41 AM by Arcadian
His new rank, although greatly appreciated, made little difference to the ivory brutes life. Sure, hanging about Queens was fun, flirting with her and having their ‘alone time’ together was sexy, enjoyable, maybe a little too easy for Arcadian to believe. The meeting turned out to be a bore and Queens had left the land to be by her own… or maybe not, Arc shrugged he didn’t really mind. He did care for the femme fatale, but he wasn’t a lost puppy that would follow her everywhere. He knew some other brute would be getting lucky soon, perhaps even tonight. He smirked as he loped, welcome to the club, future brother. He scented a male near the borders and decided to see what his newfound rank gave him in the way of leeway. Pretty much no difference, although he could hold wolves in this pack more strongly under his paw, he wasn’t like that. If he needed muscle for something, his brothers were viable; it wasn’t that he didn’t trust anyone else it was simply that his brothers knew the standard he wanted and he knew they were reliable. They too, asked of him, but not often and not for much.
The brute would see Arcadian in his entire splendor, not a hair out of place as his emerald eyes raked over the brute. A black and tan footed individual that might sit well with Queens, but she’d make the final call, until then, he would lie down and roll over.
Good boy. I’ll allow you to stand until Queens makes her judgment final. The borders are stating to lose their stink.
He saw the brute was different, but then, he’d kind of turned up to the right pack, hadn’t he? Different types seemed to be drawn to the borders which stunk of death and killing. It made it all the more fantastic to find out for themselves that what seemed like a killing game park from the outside was the tightest run pack within. Personally he didn’t really think this brute was up to it, but hey, a little show and tell from Queens would be nice, now wouldn’t it. The borders didn’t have a fresh dead body for a week almost, sheesh, almost a record by his standards. He remained standing and cast out a loud, bold howl, calling the femme fatale- knowing Pendulum showing up would only be more trouble- which did provoke his thoughts about the ebony and sliver brute. He reminded himself to ask Queens about his future position in the pack, knowing it wouldn’t be held open for long. Arcadian smiled at the probably now upstanding brute and waited for his final judgment to arrive.
Until then, he was on incredibly tin ice with sharks circling beneath it.
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- Baby, I'm two steps from heaven, One step from hell - By Tweed July 9, 2010 at 10:11:21 PM
let me escort you off that cliff - By Arcadian July 10, 2010 at 03:46:26 AM