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 07:42:21 PM by Llorana
And nothing is quite what it seems. You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming! ---------------------------------- Llorana’s keen sight caught the slight wag of the other females’ tassle. It was a gesture that was clear to her, and allowed her to finally relax her aching muscles. As she released the tension within her muscles and sinews, her body gave a slight shudder that began at the base of her spine and lead all the way along her backside. It caused her hackles to rise slightly, but not of threat or anger. It was merely a reaction to the way her body worked. The young wolf also noted that Baku, the wolf before her, seemed to be deep in thought. As she caught the slight movement of an audit swiveling in its socket, she deducted that the wolf was paying attention to all that was around her. Giving another slight dip of her muzzle, Llorana acknowledged the wolf once more before her. Though she had only just come across the pack, she felt slightly drawn to the other female. But the young’un was never one to allow her emotions to play across her face. Her mask was that of blank slate, not completely void of emotion but simply hard to read. Her gaze was still focused on the area past the temple of Baku’s skull, but she never missed anything the wolfess did- idly running her tongue along her jaw before speaking to her once more. ‘Obedient types.’ If Llorana had been any other wolf but herself, she knew she would have reacted badly to the statement. But she knew that Baku didn’t mean any insult by it- it was simply the truth. Any pack would have need of obedient wolves, yet this obedient wolf differed from all the rest. How, well, she’d simply wait until the older wolf wished to find out. She stated what Llorana had thought; the Alpha was busy. And there was a ‘her’ thrown in there, so again she had been right. Malignant had its Alphess at the moment. With a light tilt of her jaw, the thought of where the Alpha was floated about in Llorana’s mind. But it soon flitted away as the wolf across from her set herself down on her haunches. Following Baku’s lead, as she had relaxed her own body, Llorana allowed her body to sink back onto her hind quarters. She knew there was no threat between the two, and that she had no intention of doing anything that would definitely not impress the pack member. After all, she was on the other side of the line. The white female’s right audit swiveled in its socket slightly as Baku began to speak more. She wasn’t quite expecting the flow of words that slipped past the brown wolf’s maw, but she was never one to complain when it came to listening. After all, she was more of a listener than a talker. At the pack names Spring Grounds, Andre Seite, and even Munashii Gekko, the corners of Llorana’s pale lips tugged up in a slight grin. The means of a chuckle even threatened to bubble up within her throat, but she resisted the urge delicately. It wasn’t all that hard to restrain herself- years of practice had left her quite good at it. Baku then commented on her appearance, though Llorana continued to let her comments go without reaction. After all, she was no arrogant wolf. Yet the brown wolf’s next statement brought an arched brow in her direction. Eaten alive, huh? Though Llorana knew she was smaller than most, and seemingly younger, that did not stop her from being quick and agile on her feet. She was slender as well, and it allowed her to be quite flexible in tight situations. She still hadn’t replied to any of the other wolf’s speech, in fact, she was rather taken aback by the continuous flow of conversation by the other. She had really not expected her to be the talkative type; she seemed the more silent type that simply observed that about her. But Llorana had been wrong before, and she just shrugged the miscalculation off. Being wrong wasn’t all that bad, and she only disciplined herself if it was a severe situation. But in reality- that’s what this very well was, was it not? It quite literally was life and death for her here; she knew one false move and she would be killed in an instant. With that thought weighing on her mind, Llorana thought long before she replied to the wolf before her. She did not want to end up saying the wrong thing, and being not quite a big talker she wasn’t quite sure what words to use to fourmulate her thoughts. And so instead of attempting to weave pretty vocabulary and words within her speech as she knew other’s to do- other’s that held themselves in high regard when they really had no right to- she simply stuck to the cold facts. I was just passing through, but the scent of Malignant brought me to a halt. I found myself on the border, and instead of tucking tail and running like a wolf such as myself would be expected to do- I decided to stick around. I’ve heard rumors of your pack, mere foolishness really. At this point, the white she-wolf paused to catch her breath. She definitely was not use to speaking this much, and it slightly unnerved her but she kept herself calm. She wasn’t about to let this pack wolf see any of her weaknesses- this meeting was all about impressions. She allowed her own tongue to trace along her bottom jaw line leisurely before continuing her speech. I also believe that nothing is quite what it seems. At her last comment, a momentary gleam seemed to flash within the depths of her dark eyes. The sapphire of them was almost seemingly as charcoal as her pupil, even more so in the receding light of twilight. If she had been facing West, to where the suns last rays were quickly fading, the light refracting off her irises would have shown the true sapphire that they really were. But her features were quickly drowned in shadow, concealed by the quickly diminishing day light. She seemed more at home at this point, more in her element. She hadn’t relaxed completely, as there was always danger of threat, for she kept her auditory senses on high alert as well as her olfactory senses. She was as sharp and clear as ever, well aware that she could make a false move with this wolf- the thought of death was impeding. But yet she looked relaxed, comfortable even. And with this sort of demeanor, her audits risen perpendicular to her skull, and her tassel still parallel with her hindquarters, Llorana awaited the reply of the older pack she-wolf before her. OldSoul How can you know this way not that? You choose the door you choose the path. |
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- 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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