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 27, 2011 at 06:07:13 PM by Llorana










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And nothing is quite what it seems.
You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming!
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The first wolf that had come to greet Llorana at the border, Baku her name was, had left after Devil arrived. She must have thought Devil had the situation handled, and so she had made her way elsewhere. This left the young she-wolf alone with the onyx pack male. He had still been circling her, murmuring beneath his breath after she had told him her name. And then he told her something that caused a slight relief to flood through her veins- he was welcoming her across the border. And with that, the male had turned on the heel of his paw to vanish just as quickly as he had come. His pelt matched the onyx of the night perfectly, and so it wasn’t long before her sapphire eyes lost him in the chasm of the horizon. She was sure he had slipped into the foliage about them, simply going on his way within the pack lands. This had left her all alone on the border, but Devil had given her permission to pass the line. And pass the line she did.


Taking her first few steps into the new pack land, Llorana kept her eyes as alert as she could in the dead of night. Though the light had dimmed and she, as well as all other wolves, had poor sight in the dark, her senses never failed her. Perked audits continued to swivel in their sockets situated at the crown of her skull, as her moist nose continued to twitch as her nasal cavities took in every scent they could find. The alabaster youngster had been wandering silently for several minutes before she realized she had been following a faint scent. And with the more she observed around her, the more she noted that she was in fact on some sort of trail. It must have been used by the pack wolves frequently, for the scents were not musty with age but were more so crisp with youth. For a fleeting moment, Llorana allowed her mind to wonder if she would perhaps chance upon some other pack wolf- the thought caused her tassel to twitch lightly.


The further she traversed within the pack lands, the more she familiarized with the terra itself. She was slowly but surely learning the rolls and dips of the land- the exotic feel as well as scents that engulfed her was absolutely dazzling to this otherwise impassive wolf. Not many things got a reaction out of her, but the beauty of Malignant’s land was one that very well did. Though she seemed to be distracted by the setting around her, not once did Llorana allow her guard to fall. She was ever alert, ever ready for any danger that might spring at her from the shadows. After all, she had only just been allowed to cross that line, and the only thing she had for protection was the lingering scent of both Baku’s perfume and Devil’s cologne. Though his cologne was more prominent than anything else, for he had obliged to practically rub himself down along her fourm.. like a cat who arches it’s back for its master. It was with that thought that a small smile tugged its way across her maw- Llorana’s first smile since coming upon Malignant Felicity.


OOC: Not my best post, but I’m sure to have more muse once someone comes along. I’d be happy for anyone that replies, really, though I do tend to prefer multi-para writers x3 <3






OldSoul

How can you know this way not that?
You choose the door you choose the path.




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