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 05:59:39 AM by Llorana
And nothing is quite what it seems. You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming! ---------------------------------- Her olfactory senses- her nose- had always been her friend. Llorana always tended to go by scent rather than sight for identification. She trusted it more to alert her to what sort of creature she was dealing with. Or perhaps no creature at all. But the new scent that wafted from the forest to grace across her muzzle was that of an older female. The young wolf allowed herself a moment of bubbling curiosity; was it the Alphess herself that had come to greet the young newcomer? Yet she only allowed this thought to pass through her mind momentarily; for she could tell now, as the female drew nearer, that she was only a pack member, but member with rank no doubt. The older wolf hadn't yet reached the border where Llorana sat patiently, and so she took the time to prepare herself. She knew well enough to submit to the first pack wolf she came across, but she had only one restriction; she would not force herself on her back to expose her vunerable belly and juglar to any wolf that wasn't the Alpha. It wasn't that she was rebellious, or disrespectful, oh no. She simply saught out one thing in new pack life; serve her Alpha to the fullest extent of her ability. Always being fiercely loyal, the young she-wolf would throw herself in front of any companion or comrade who she held respect for. Knowing she had a few moments before the pack female arrived, Llorana took the opportunity to lower her rugged tassle. It hung limp for a moment, before she tucked it neatly between her hind quarters. It was an obvious sign of submission, if not completely. She also took the time to swivel her audits within their sockets, only to pivot them and pin them back against her skull. To make herself appear even smaller than she already was- she'd always been on the small side- Llorana allowed her torso to dip low to the earth beneath her. If this wasn't enought to submit to the older wolf, she didn't know what else she could have given. Perhaps her heart on a silver platter- whatever a silver platter was. She kept her sapphire gaze locked in the directing the scent was emanating from. It intensified for a moment before the brown pack wolf herself pushed through the thicket towards her. A quick glance of her gaze along the contours of the other female alerted Llorana to the fact that this was her welcoming party. Or rather, welcoming wolf. She wasn't quite sure if the other was of rank or not, but regardless; she was on the other side of the line. And being on the other side of the line meant a great deal to a lone wolf that wished to keep her life. And so when the other raised her own tassel as a sign of dominance, Llorana had no qualls about it. It was her rightful place to do so, and not wanting to seem rude or challenging, she allowed her sappphire gaze to fall from the others. She didn't avert them to the ground as a wolf with no dignity would have, but rather, she kept them locked on an area near to the other females right temple. If she wanted to make eye contact, Llorana would oblige- if not, then she wanted to show her respect. There was a moment of silence as the older she-wolf sized the younger one up, but it was soon broken as the pack wolf parted her maw with speech. Her words were nothing special, stating that she was simply here to greet the stranger on her border. So the young wolf had been right, she'd not been kept waiting long before someone had found their way to her. That being said, it made a good first impression on the albino she-wolf. She could only hope to the fates that her own impression went just as well. It was then that the other wolf stated her name- Baku. And out of respect, Llorana allowed her own jaw to dip down lightly. It wasn't a bow or curtsey of foolish arrogance, but rather a just acknowledgment of the prowess of the female before her. She respected her fully, the moment her gaze had fallen on her. And that's all she needed to be polite in her response. I was named Llorana at birthe. It wasn't much for a conversation, but she didn't quite think the other female wished to partake in such. Nor was her voice anything spectacular or special. In fact, her voice was a bit husky, more of a tenor than a saprano. Her voice really did not match her appearance at all, and perhaps this was the reason for her known silence. Llorana had never been a big talker, and so she rather relied more on eye contact and body language to communicate with others. And she was portraying this trait of hers clear as day at the moment, but for the fact that she kept her intense gaze averted.This was merely out of respect, as well as caution of the older female. The young wolf only allowed herself another moment of curiosity- what was the pack wolf going to do with her? Would they remain on the border, or would she take her through the packlands. She herself was not quite sure, but either way, she was glad to have someone greet her so quickly. She continued to hold her body in the submissve posture she had put herself in before the other wolf had even arrived- it caused the muscles within her thighs and shoulders to cramp slightly. But she would not allow her body to relax until the older female gave her permission to do so. She may had appeared young to the naked eye, but beneath the proper exterior the she-wolf always held, there really was an Old Soul lurking just beneath. OldSoul How can you know this way not that? You choose the door you choose the path. |
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- 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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