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.
IP: 115.189.191.85
Posted on July 10, 2010 at 03:46:26 AM by Arcadian
[OOC: Heads up. If he circled Arc, he would have come into the territory, thus explains what happens below.]
The brute seemed very talkative, although talking never got on Arc’s nerves, disrespect for a clear borderline was a perfect excuse to have a little fun beating the brute back to rightful side. The brute crossed and lined and Arc lashed out at his smug face, not even caring the brute was hitting on him, pft, as if that could disturb him, he’d seen weirder from inside his own family. Weaker too. Arcadian didn’t pounce so much as smash the brute back onto his back onto neutral ground as his newly stated Beta position showed itself. He snarled in the brutes face and his claws pressed into the brutes vitals, threatening to cut off air when he felt it necessary. His other paw was splayed across the brutes chest and his jaws hung above the brute own vitals, ready to rip them out or simply disfigure his pretty little face. Arcadian growled words at him, deciding not only was he fit for this paradise, but that he didn’t really like his tone.
No you listen here, darlin’. I don’t like the way you disrespect the borders of the pack and I think you’re just a little too talkative for my liking. As much as I’d like Queens to come and help rip you apart for the pathetic little fuck you are…
Arcadian backed off him and in three seconds was placed in a crouch, ready to lunge and kill. Yes, it would be that simple, hell, perhaps Queens would show up and be disappointed about losing a male, but not if she caught one whiff one the kind he was. Arc had nothing against gays, but brutes that didn’t know their place, or least couldn’t pretend to know it, were, as he put it, not worth the words. Arcadian let a savage snarl leave his throat; the few words that went with it completed what he was saying.
…your not worth her trouble. So get the fuck out or get ready to adorn the border…
Arcadian snapped his jaws, he wasn’t afraid to put himself a fight, honestly, he needed something to take a little frustration out on every now and then, but he held steady, giving the brute a total of five seconds in his mind to show signs of leaving before he gave chase. Making sure the brute didn’t try to circle around and cause trouble. Just another half dead wannabe that didn’t have what it took, Pendulum had already let a couple of those in Arc’s mind. Oh well, pack dogs fight all the time, it wouldn’t be much for one of those fights to go overboard if they couldn’t prove themselves.
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