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 February 20, 2011 at 07:49:51 PM by Zerachiel
I came here because I was bored. What else was there to do? Play around with hearts that were going to break? That's not the way I roll, but it would've proved less interesting than a pack. Comfort zones seem to be nothing but unnecessary to me. I take everything I do with great caution and always try to look it through before making a move. This game that I devote my life to playing, although I prefer not to think of it that way, is very much similar to chess. When a player directs the white piece to a different place on the board, I sit and think through just about anything and everything before letting my own actions drip through a faucet, allowing the black piece to react to my own will. I'm not a murderer. But I'm not a peacekeeper either. For those who think of it as halfway in between, as sitting on the fence instead of being in one yard or the other, you could say that I'm on team Switzerland. If that makes any sense to you, of course. With a derma that's can’t exactly be described as true alabaster with no impurities, and not entirely the smoky gray of a timber wolf, I seem to be caught in the in-between when it comes to my color. A light, dusky ashen canvas with three smudges of a darker steel pigment located mainly on the far left side of my chassi. A large splotch on my cranial and a duo just below and to the left of my crest. I know that I'm hardly a threat, if any at all, but with me, it seems that I carry an odd aura... it's been described to me by others as the feeling that I know something that wasn't meant to be known at all in the first place. Being in Blossom for a mere day hasn't done me any ill will and scoping out what each pack in the area was up to had proved fruitful to this judgment. Boasting a good temperament is something I can do, but I prefer to stay away from large hoard of other vargs that gather together to pretend that they’re all a family. As my dull and deep ginger gazers search the area I’ve taken a liking to the most, though I’m not here for the scenery, my listeners pick up on the sound of other wolves joining together. Perfect timing. If the head was indeed here, it would be easier to get through the trouble of having to annoy another member. Scooting myself closer to the little party, I catch the unmistakable perfume of two mothers, and current pack members as well. Their own fragrance was weaving itself between each other’s and one of the mother's voices, the one who had a child by her side, slipped it's way through the clearing. How utterly annoying. They were definitely those who wanted to join, so I assumed it was a better judgment to just wait my own turn to be looked at. I suppose four years have done me well, considering the fact that I've passed through two mates in the process, with no offspring that survived. Preferring to keep to myself is my way of living and if that's a problem, those who remember me know to get over it and accept the fact. I won't change for the sake of others. It's my life and I have a right to keep my thoughts running in my own head and not have anyone perusing around freely. As I survey the scene, reality strikes me head on and offers the suggestion that now would be the best time to approach. Of course, I'm still a wolf so there's no doubt at least one if not all of them would have scented me earlier, but I had chosen to stay masked behind the foliage around me, not willing to let my presence be approachable. Setting my mind to do what I have to, I press my way out of the umbrage, drifting towards the mob. I keep my expressions to myself and allow a somber hint shadow my impassive visage. If they want something out of me, they’ll have to find my buttons, if I have any that is. But, I keep them well hidden and don’t allow anything or anyone close to them, including my own conscious. For if they knew what they were, I’d be devastated within the first few minutes of encounter. There’s a difference between dreaming and pretending who you are, and for me, that’s no exception. My journey of about six long strides ended with a subtle mark as I lowered my haunches to the talcum terra beneath me. If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s standing on my stilts for too long and not being able to sit down and relax. Terrible business it is, especially when there’s nothing but thistles and thorns beneath your pads. Here, the terrain is even and, guessing that it didn’t pose any threat to the rumps well-being, the sitting was easy and fluid. Boring. I was among the few that had actually come to join, and it seemed as if the newcomers were willing to let lyrics slide through their jowls even though they had not been addressed to. That may just be me, being raised as I had meant that you kept your maw shut until someone gave you the o-k and you were allowed to let your libretto flow. But here, apparently, you could just go blabbering about like a bird releasing his yearly mating call. Once again, this struck me as annoying. If any onlookers hadn’t noticed, I’m quite the easy-going fellow most of the time. Calm, collected, and reticent. Not entirely shy, considering that even I have my moments, but nevertheless. I guess I could be compared to the kid who just sits and listens, and if asked to by a supreme power, will willingly speak his mind. Nothing more, nothing less. Appearance isn’t really anything to me…. And my body isn’t entirely flattering, but I can live with it. Reaching a length from nose to tail of around five and a half feet, and a height of 29 inches at the shoulder blade, my facade is pretty average and not that stunning. I don’t care, to tell the truth. I don’t care about really anything that seems to be oh-so-important to others… that’s vain and I personally don’t take a liking to it. I only fight when I have a reason to, and won’t get into anything unnecessary, in short, I don’t do anything that won’t bring me fortune. But, why should I be going through this in my head when more important matters stand right before me, literally?
As I survey my surroundings, and the souls in it, I pick up nearly instantly on the fact that one of the mothers, a mistress with what i'd still recognize as an ebony pelt, is indeed the regal. The way she stands and the confidence running through her veins is enough to prove this. I dip my apex a slight bit in greeting silently, still uttering no words through my tightly clamped mandible. Better to appear stupid than to open your trap and remove all doubt. It seems as if I've stumbled upon a crew I'm familiar with. Murderers, at times, evil? In their own way, perhaps. Willing to put up with anyone else's shit and allow them to get away with such a prize? Hardly. Once again, i'm on the fence. I seriously don't give a damn what you claim you can do, I say seeing is believing. But, I dare not question the authority of higher ups. That's a dangerous way of living and I don't like stepping into a hall like that where anyone can jump out from behind any closed door. Guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens... who knows, it might get interesting if I stick around long enough.
Parting is such sweet Sorrow
OOC: Gah... I'm all over the place in this one...=/ not the best, but it gets the point across...; P.S, thanks for the help Larka <3
Replies:
- Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet February 21, 2011 at 02:05:20 AM
eyes on fire - By Queens February 24, 2011 at 07:00:24 AM
It's time the fucking step... - By Matchitehew aka The Midget Man February 25, 2011 at 02:06:33 AM
let the fun begin - By Devil May Cry February 27, 2011 at 05:17:33 AM
Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet March 2, 2011 at 02:15:55 AM
Living in Black & White - By Zerachiel March 3, 2011 at 03:06:06 PM
eyes on fire - By Queens March 6, 2011 at 09:42:27 PM
It's time the fucking step... - By Matchitehew aka The Midget Man March 8, 2011 at 11:41:56 PM
One, Two - By Baku March 15, 2011 at 00:21:57 AM
how many seconds it takes to kill a fool - By Devil May Cry March 21, 2011 at 10:37:20 PM
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