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 September 3, 2011 at 02:01:36 PM by Nyrobi
Her head whipped back and forth, her young jaw grinding against a stick, as she proceeds to massacre the thing. Bark stripped off in big, drooled on flakes that landed in a scattered assortment about her dark grey, brownish sleeves. The little gal felt like tearing something apart, so that's what she was doing to the stick. It hadn't done anything to her, but that didn't matter. Nyrobi simply felt like being destructive. Snapping the stick in half after gnawing on it for so long that the wood would have broken anyway, she spit it out and proceeded to get up. Stalking towards a stream, she dipped a paw tentatively to check and see just how cold it was. The flowing liquid was chilly but survivable, so she dropped her front two limbs into the water with a heavy splash, smiling a devilish little grin. Sometimes it was hard being the daughter of a threesome like Sidorio, Queens, and Arcadian. The mixture of blood in her veins made her act out occassionally, but mostly, she tried to mimic her mother in the sense that she saw Queens as a strong female figure worth following. After all, even if Queens didn't come to see them too often, she was still their mother. Of course, Nyrobi's coat coloring and mismatched blue and green eyes didn't really portray her in much of her mother's image. She looked the most like Arcadian with her light pelt, but she had inherited Queens' stockings and Sidorio's oddly colored opticals. She was indeed a patchwork puppy.
Staring at her reflection in the wavering watery surface and watching the bark remains floating off in her peripheral view, Queens' summons reached her ears. Oh goody, Ny's first pack meeting. Of course, she wouldn't be so undignified as to go running head long to get there. No, if there was one thing she had picked up in her brief life thus far, it was to be fashionably late. Why not? After all, Queens seemed to arrive to everything in her children's lives like that. So, in an eloquent manner, Nyrobi withdrew from the stream and began moving at a trot towards the meeting. She wasn't particularly far away in adult terms, but the lass was just a pup and therefore, much later than most everyone else in making an appearance. The number of wolves in the clearing interested Nyrobi and she felt curious to know their names. At the same time though, she felt like she shouldn't have to ask. Sauntering in, a broad smirk on her maw, she looked to her mother and gave a curt, terse,
"Hello mother."
Queens was the only one she addressed. After all, she didn't know anyone else. She'd spent most of her life playing by herself because Nikandros was no fun. The twerp wanted to play with older girls, and ones that weren't related to him. Ny glanced his way and immediately the word flirt came to mind. She rolled her eyes and settled down on the other side of her mother since a large brute had claimed one side already. Stretching out and plopping on her haunches, she tilted her head ever so slightly to one side, unsure of what exactly was going on. But at least she had come and to her, that was all that mattered.
Replies:
- We aren't as innocent as we seem - By Belleza and Varg September 4, 2011 at 10:42:59 PM
I want this f o r e v e r - By Queens September 14, 2011 at 04:47:11 AM
let the rain fall - By Devil May Cry September 15, 2011 at 04:44:38 AM
TROUBLE: middle name - By NIKANDROS September 15, 2011 at 04:54:03 AM