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 May 4, 2011 at 01:45:40 PM by Llorana
And nothing is quite what it seems. You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming! ---------------------------------- As the youthful, alabaster female continued her trek through the territory of Malignant Felicity, learning the terra firma that she could now call her home, a faint scent trickles within her olfactory cavity. It’s masculine.. but quite young. A pup, she can easily foretell. The thought excites her slightly, for she hadn’t been around another quite.. around her age in a long while. Most wolves she came across were full blown adults, and looked down on her as still a pup, even though she was in fact an adult. Though she was still stuck in the years of her youth, and hadn’t quite grown into her full fourm, her mind and soul were that of an elder. Old Soul, her elders had eventually dubbed her. One glance within those sapphire gems of hers and one could tell this instantly. She differed from all the others in this way, it is what set her apart and perhaps this was why she always kept quiet.. but one could never know for sure. Llorana contemplated settling back on her haunches in wait for the approaching pup, but she decided against it. After all, he was only a child. But that was when another scent struck her full fource, the scent that clung heavy to his coat. It was the scent of a female wolf, prime in her dominance. And if the wolf knew anything about packs, it was usually the Alpha pair that produced such a pup.. and it was this thought that caused her to pause mid stride. Doubt filled her thoughts for just a moment more before she confidently shook it off. It was about this time that the male pup finally revealed himself. Llorana could not help the widening of her eyes as she took in his fourm, his pelt. He was so.. peculiar looking. What with the different shades of his pelt ,red, white, black, and then his eyes. They were a startling shade of blue, not so different from her own. And his whole demeanor held confidence, curiosity , and the usual playfulness of a pup his age. As he neared, the white female could easily see the glint of humor lurking just beneath his own sapphire gaze. It in itself sparked that playful pup lurking just beneath her skin, the one she had never experienced for herself. It wasn’t that she choose not to delve within that part of herself, it was more so that no one had ever evoked that side of her. Yet the approach of this male, the look in his eye.. something about him caused a smirk to etch its way across her maw as she gazed on him. Unlike with the other pack wolves she had come across, she had no problem looking this one in the eye. In fact, she was rather gazing down at him at this point because of his smaller size, because after all, he was younger than her. Though, what set her over the edge was the stance he took upon arriving in front of her. His skull was bowed low to the ground as his tassel twitched easily to and fro. It was then Llorana felt her muscles tremble; her body ached to return the playful pose. But she was not use to this sort of interaction, at all. And so she stood there a bit awkwardly at first, before allowing her own tassel to twitch lightly. Her right brow arched itself lightly as he spoke. Nikandros. She happened to find it a handsome name, and yet he told her to call her Niko. And he had used a curious word, babe. The word had never been directed to one such as herself, and so it caught her slightly off guard. But once again, she found that same, playful smirk tugging its way across her lips. This was NOT the way Llorana usually handled things, she had always kept her expression impassive and unreadable, but something about this male.. Nikandros. It brought out the pup she had never been. After a moment of hesitation, Llorana dipped her own skull lightly in respect, but there was a playful gleam within her own sapphire gaze. When she parted her own maw with speech, her voice slipped out in a bit of a husky tone. Her voice wasn’t the usual honey tone, nor milky, nor even silky. It was rather gruff, a tad masculine for a female wolf. One wouldn’t expect it from her jowls, but then again, one would never expect many things from this female wolf. But not everything is always at is seems, eh? She then graced him with the knowledge of her name, in a gentle tone for he was still only a pup. They call me Llorana, handsome. If someone could hear what Llorana’s thoughts were after speaking, they would hear her mind screaming at her; ‘WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!’ But of course as her usual façade set in, Niko would be unable to see the immense surprise within her mind. She kept all emotion from her gaze at this point, before it melted away as she continued to watch him. She herself had no idea where that ‘handsome’ had come from, but it had slipped from her elongate tongue as easily as fresh churned butter. Once again, her mind was focused on the oddity of the male.. something about him caused her to act as she never had before. She really wasn’t sure if this would be something to enjoy, or something to loathe. Only time could tell. OldSoul How can you know this way not that? You choose the door you choose the path. |
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- TROUBLE: middle name - By NIKANDROS May 5, 2011 at 02:03:56 AM
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.::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana June 29, 2011 at 03:11:52 AM
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