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 11, 2011 at 09:51:41 AM by Arcadian
He sighed quietly, nodding at their slight agree, his ivory and ebon tassels whipped around to tap Queens on the flank and it was sheer consequence that she yelped just as it made contact. He was startled by the sudden change in demeanour, something deep inside him made him stand, weary of the unknown, but he stood fast and quickly lowered his maw to hers. His eyes were cautious, not very worried, after all, she had done this before. He was aware complications could arise, he was a stupid wolf, he knew that weaker pups would die and he’d probably try to remove them, if Queens let him. To give the strongest the best chance, runts weren’t allowed in his plan, funny, he didn’t know he had a plan. Well, jeeze, it wasn’t like he could push a button that made everything okay, so he used his logic to clam himself and simply looked into her pools. Already her breathing was coming in quick, moist huffs.
Are you going to stay here?
There was no explanation to as what was happening, either she would stay where she was or she’d try and make it to the den. He didn’t like seeing her in pain, but she was a strong wolfess, more than your average alpha’s worth, so she should be fine. He tried not to hover, letting himself sit, taking up a sort of guard, obviously perhaps only one other wolf might be allowed near her at this point, in fact, he should probably be careful about how close he got. He knew her well enough that if she wanted anything, even if it was for him to leave or simply comfort her, she’d say so. So far, she seemed okay with his presence, but he knew that could change in a split-second setup.
It only seemed fitting for Sid himself to show up soon.
[OOC: Sorry bout the length.]
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