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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And nothing is quite what it seems.
You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming!
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The chuckle that drips from Niko’s maw has Llorana arching her left brow. The sound is a tad off for one as young as him, seeing as the tone is quite low, made for an older male. This causes a light curiosity to bubble up within the she-wolfs mind, but instead of diminishing as was usual for her, she simply endured it. It seemed this pup, Nikandros- his full title was- brought out the best of her. The opposite of what the Delta male- known as Devil May Cry- did to her. Devil May Cry. Just the very thought of his name had Llorana’s flesh crawling, as a silent tremor made its way down and across her entire fourm. Though of course, now was not the time to think of such.. repulse. For now she had a new male before her, much younger and, so it seemed, much friendlier. Pushing all thoughts of Devil out of her mind, the alabaster female focused her attention back on the pup before her. Though she knew he was a pup, it was a bit hard to view him as so. His air of confidence was simply so.. foreboding. She could not shake the thought that he seemed wise beyond his years.


But regardless of this fact, for she herself different not too greatly from that very idea, Llorana kept the light smile that had tugged up the corners of her pale lips plastered across her face. It was not her usual expression, and so her facial muscles were not quite used to it. But for some reason, it all looked very natural on her. It seemed to light up the Soul within her gaze that had dubbed her her old nickname. The female felt lightness in her chest that she had never really felt before, but the unknown had always interested her, intrigued her. She lived for knowledge, for learning. And it was in that moment that she caught the dare within Niko’s gaze. She herself found it more apt to communicate through eye as well as body language more so than speech, and so she understood him the moment she glimpsed the message. Thoughts raced through her mind of what she could do, possibilities that she had never even dreamed of. The pup seemed he was about to continue speaking, but Llorana didn’t give him the chance to utter another word; for then, without the consent of her mid, her body did in fact react accordingly to his dare.


Tensing the muscles along her sinewy calves and thighs, the wolf focused all of her strength on her hind haunches, before a sudden spasm and flex of the muscles caused her lithe fourm to spring toward the pup. She had never, not in her life acted this way, and her mind continued to scream at her. YOU FOOL. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT AND WHO THAT MALE IS?! But regardless of any message her silent voice was screaming at her, Llorana’s body did not seize. With her miraculous speed and grace, the bleach-white female moved her lithe fourm so that it happened quite close to Niko’s. And before he could react in the slightest, she had leaned to the side in order to allow her canines to graze along the scruff upon the nape of his neck. Of course, her fangs went nowhere near the supple flesh that lay just beneath, for this was a purely playful gesture. The most she hoped to accomplish was tangling a bit of his crimson fur within her grasp. After she had completed the gesture, as spry as she had approached him, Llorana managed to pivot lithely on the very pads of her paws, before launching herself a safe distance away. As she had landed, she allowed her neck to swing back in a full arch in order to turn her gaze on him.


The sapphire gems within her facial structure seemed to be ablaze with delight. Not once in her life had she ever acted in such a manner, but the feeling it evoked inside her.. it was invigorating and exhilarating. She herself- who was so fond of her vocabulary- could hardly put a word on a feeling such as this. Her mind didn’t even dare to try. And so it was like this, with her back still on him, but her face locked towards him, the female awaited his reaction. He had dared her, and she had rightfully obliged. That voice that had been yelling at her had completely diminished, in fact, most thoughts of hers had diminished. What now resided within her mind seemed to be a pup that had never come to be, a pup that had lost her child hood. And yet here she was, a full grown adult who was just losing her adolescent coat, acting as if she had just come in to being. And it was all thanks to the multi-hued male before her. Llorana kept her body tense, ready to spring into action for whenever he decided to react, whether it be in good retaliation or worse.






OldSoul

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




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