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 April 12, 2011 at 00:35:28 AM by Llorana
And nothing is quite what it seems. You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming! ---------------------------------- Oversized paws fell against the barren terra between territories. They belonged to the sleek fourm of a young she-wolf. She was in fact a matured female, but she had not completely grown into her skin as of late. Her bleached pelt shone brightly against the foliage surrounding her; it was just past sundown and twilight had slowly begun to consume the land. Shadows were thrown everywhere, but the young wolf kept her senses keen. Her audits nestled against the crown of her skull pivoted every so often in their sockets. She made sure so take in every sound around her, as well as every sight and scent. Her sapphire hued gaze continued to observe all around her, making sure to take in every minute detail. For being so young, the wolf was quite observant of her surroundings. She was always planning ahead, never allowing another to get the better hand in any sort of situation. The scent of fresh water suddenly hit the young wolf’s olfactory senses, and she veered the course of her travels towards it. She did enjoy the scenery about her, the shadows casting all sorts of shapes against the dense forest she found herself coming upon, as well as the light refracting off of moistened surfaces to create an illusionary spectacle. Though she may have been fascinated with that around her, she continued to keep her wits about her. And this was why when she came across the territory of the pack Malignant Felicity, the young wolf stopped mid-stride. Her olfactory senses were this time hammered by the scent of other canines, as well as another factor; death. She had heard of this pack, but they were mere rumors. She herself thought more along the lines of; seeing is believing. The wolf still hadn’t moved from where she had paused. Her right paw was even raised to chest height, as she had been about to take another stride. But she was no young fool. She was not going to cross across the border of a hostile pack; she would most certainly been seen as a trespasser and killed for her ignorance. But this she-wolf had no ignorance. She was keen on her senses, and quick in her mind. She knew the ways of the world, and with this she allowed her lithe fourm to back up a few steps, before she decided to recline back on her haunches. She had decided almost instantly she would wait to see what sort of wolf came to greet her. If this was any proud, functional pack as she had heard, someone was soon to notice her presence. Ignoring a wolf- even a young wolf such as herself- could be potentially dangerous. She didn’t howl to make her presence known; she merely sat quietly and observed all that surrounded her. The foliage that surrounded her seemed a bit different than the rest of Blossom she had trekked through. Most trees were pine, oak, elm; species that grew in the north. And yet the vegetation seemed almost tropical here. The scents were different as well, seeming more floral to her keen nose. She didn’t mind really, she was actually keener to an environment such as this. She also couldn’t help but note- with delight- that the canopy of the forest before her, looming tall and giant, blocked out most of the moonlight above her. By noticing this, she also concluded that during the day, the suns hot rays most likely never reached the earth of the forest below. And this was something she could not help but relish in, and look forward to. It seemed the more she took in about the land before her, the more she was beginning to take a liking to it. And yet something within her mind couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t only the land that pulled her. Though she had never been the violent type, that particular iron scent tugged at something deep within her core. She hadn’t the faintest clue to what it was, but it was there and caused her limbs to ache with want to move her body forward. But she knew she couldn’t, she refused to allow the foolish thought to even linger within her mind. She knew the consequences would be severe, and so she simply delved within her well known patience. She would wait for someone to come greet her; she wanted to meet one of these beasts she had so heard about. Whether it be a malicious, blood thirsty wolf or a kind, understanding wolf, she was not sure. But for whatever the fates had to throw at her, Llorana knew she would be ready. OldSoul How can you know this way not that? You choose the door you choose the path. |
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- Well, well, WELL - By Baku April 12, 2011 at 02:45:19 AM
.::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana April 12, 2011 at 05:59:39 AM
Clever Girl - By Baku April 12, 2011 at 08:31:50 AM
.::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana April 12, 2011 at 07:42:21 PM
make it a bloody mary - By Devil May Cry April 15, 2011 at 08:22:39 PM
.::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana April 16, 2011 at 02:18:15 AM
make it a bloody mary - By Devil May Cry April 16, 2011 at 05:18:18 PM
.::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana April 17, 2011 at 05:34:25 PM
don't make me a cradle robber - By Devil May Cry April 26, 2011 at 01:19:47 AM
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