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 March 3, 2011 at 03:06:06 PM by Zerachiel
When I was younger, I always wondered what flying would feel like. I envied the birds that took off with great thrusts of their hollow wings after I would bound towards them with the youthful innocence of a pup. That was a few years ago when I was still living in close quarters with my mother and of course, sisters. I never asked anyone as to why varg's couldn't lift themselves off the ground like the birds did... although I tried to fly once. Didn't work out too well, but at least I mastered the art of tree-climbing. It did me no good for a few years since man would eventually find where my tracks disappeared and follow with his eyes up the facade of the tree (where my scratches had laid clues) and find me clutching onto a branch or two with my life. I fell many times... I guess I never thought about it after that, since it hurt to crash upon the ground below and have the breath knocked out of me. It was a wonder that I didn't break any bones that were worth keeping. I look back now and laugh. How utterly idiotic and childish! Even a wolf pup should know that the only wolf to fly was Tor and Fenris, and that was hardly lifting off the ground. No wolf had wings. It was just a pup's tale...
It seems that I couldn't have picked a more entertaining assortment of males and a lady of course to spend my lovely afternoon with. No later had I, and a few select others filed into the gathering area, than the regal herself opened her maw to spill some words. To my amusement (though the feeling dared not to show itself), nearly all of them shut up to lay their gazes upon her silhouette. Before her words seeped effortlessly off of her lips though, it would seem as if I had not made as subtle an entrance as I would have liked. One czar in particular, a dark patron with amber gazers that couldn't well beens compared to melted gold, took his time to look me over. If I weren't as reserved, no doubt I would have released a chuckle. Did he perhaps expect that I was after the ess in front of all of us? If so, the answer would have been a sharp rejection. But, that's not it, as no traces of wolfbane's assistance harbors itself in his gold-plated oricles. What's even more laughable is the short fued between the silver virile (who had just come in shortly after myself) and the onyx demon I'd been watched by earlier. Even though I couldn't exactly hear the lyrics exchanged between the two titans, the way the ashen fellow leaned away from the charcoal one caused a soft flicker of amusement in my dull eyes. Sure, I'm quiet and I've usually got a cute approachable appearance (picked it up from growing up with all girls), but when making a first impression the real me keeps the seriousness of the situation in check as much as possible. However, as my anxiety melts slowly away, a kind smile touches my features. It's not real, and anyone can see that, but its still a smile. What Queens had barked out to our lobes was quiet entertaining in itself. AKA: If anyone turned away, they had a very low chance of surviving with at least a tail. The demon whom had looked me over before had joined his mistress and now kept his position beside her, looking over the brutes below with a gaze I would take as hunger. Yes, you could say I'm a little loopy and maybe even a tad daring for doing what I did next, but that's only because I try to loosen things up with comic relief. If it's taken in the wrong way, I'll go back to just being silent and subtle with no expression at all, but I love to have others take me as the guy who can be told anything. The guy that always has a positive attitude towards things and can always keep his head when time pressures one's sanity for an answer. It was a small gesture of kindness, but hidden in it's quarters was a creepy kind of evil. Well, not evil, but I can hardly explain it any other way... Hopefully, I caught Devil's, if I had heard right from when Queens had called him up beside her, gaze with a slight tilt of the head and to top it off, the addition of a caring smile. I guess I was hoping that perhaps it would throw the titan off... it was the least I could do for having to deal with him looking me over like I was a piece of carrion meat left by the crows for the other scavengers to have a feast upon. I wasn't dead yet, so there was no reason as to why he should have looked over me like I was some sort of dinner plate.
Parting is such sweet Sorrow
OOC: Low on muse... blegh...
Replies:
- 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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