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 October 17, 2011 at 09:33:07 PM by Ragnarök
Frozen, as if time had never laid a dirty little finger on her heartbeat, Rag was still standing in the same spot she had moved to earlier- yet her soft and delicate eavesdroppers pricked forward to attention , and her plumage swept the rich terra firma just slightly when she found that she wouldn't be alone in this area much longer. The musk that was approaching had been the same one that Ragnörak had picked up from anything and everything that was lurking inside the territory line, or happened to have its roots dug into the soil there- that must mean that this varg whose steps were making their way towards her must be at a high status- if not at the highest. A form finally made itself visible- and from the strides they were taking, the touch of feminine in the perfume they were carrying in their pelt… Her subtle theory would be confirmed later on. That’s when the dark vixen closed the distance between the two. While she paced towards her, libretto pulsed out of the mistress’s maw like a ripple in water. The inquiry that had been throbbing and clanging against her skull earlier was finally answered and found its way to a conclusion. The demoness had her plumage above her back-bones, an automatic sign that this was indeed the leader of Malignant. Well that was good… that way, Ragnörak wouldn’t have to go looking for the female, or wait with some talkative soul (heaven forbid that to happen… it’d be awkward to just sit there and listen to the varg blab out crap to their hearts content...)for the alphess to come. Instead, she’d been served a full-course Happy Meal. Hooray… Rag did notice however that she felt a sort of respect towards the femme (without the alpha-ship part involved of course)- it included the fact that the female had been down to business as soon as she’d arrived. No fluff to make herself seem any more amazing than her signature deemed her as. A few seconds after the bruja spoke… That face the regal was giving to her... the way the other femmoras gazers had dulled with whatever thought was running through her crown... It was a no brainer that Rag had obviously missed the memo of having to submit at the border line, as the queen had suggested in her phrases. Woops. Oh well... there was always enough time to do so now... No hint of regret, malice, relief or even kindness crossed the femme's facial features as she lowered her mass to the terrain. Emotion was like a foreign language to her- therefore, the lightly tinted charcoal fae didn't use them too often. Instead, the gray miss did just as the monarch had intended for her to do- although the way the alpha had put it... with that disgustingly sweet tone... it might have indeed made Rag sick to hear it too many times... But if she didn't want to be immediately tagged onto the "naughty" list, then... Without hesitation, Ragnörak felt her mass roll over to her spinal area, and her soft underside expose itself upwards to the lithosphere high above. If she so wished, the alphess could rip open the girls guts, and let them spill out onto the land around them. What a pain in the ass… to clean up a mess like that… Throughout the whole process, the miss hadn’t exchanged a word back to the queen. She felt no real need to- she would give whatever she was asked of later… when she was indeed prompted to.  |
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- beautifuld i s a s t e r - By Queens October 18, 2011 at 04:01:59 AM