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 December 5, 2011 at 08:07:18 AM by Arcadian
His title originated from Arcadia, simply meaning’ rustic paradise’ in the most concise form of the translation from 16th Century Latin. His name also represented where his ancestors came from, part of his pack had been captured, domesticated- for the purpose of attack dogs in the war of Leuran. To his knowledge, his father had been killed and his family moved into deeper wilder parts and became, strangely, softer for it.
He simply sat there, perched in a dogsit with his head up and his bells pricked and alert for sound. Orbs that matched the color of the rainforest like terra narrowed slightly and then a howl came bounding out of his voice cords, strong and fierce as the day he left this place. Alabaster pelt shifted as he leapt down from his bird’s eye view and made his way closer to the border. He did consider just walking in and finding Queens, but this was no dog’s territory. Any wolf in malignant would just love to try their hand at carving him up like a thanksgiving turkey for the whole pack to enjoy. No doubt little of his handsome self would be wasted, with the appetites and personalities this hell on earth attracted. His orbs flickered; admiring what once was within his paws and actually sighed. No doubt he would receive a true traitors welcome. Not only had he disappeared, but also a male pup, one of his own that didn’t even look like him but had the Demonican scarring, had disappeared along with him. No harm was brought to Kaizer, as he had named the brute that was now a feisty teen. Arcadian had left to mainly train the pup, as he wanted him trained. If he were to leave his mark in their DNA, at least one would be trained by their father.
“The 13th lumbar, Kazier, such a sweet spot. Paralyses, doesn’t kill, perfect for what I was used for in my homelands.”
“ What were you used for, father?”
“Mostly bloodshed and pain, now try to kill me again and this time don’t be a bloody fool and go straight for my throat.”
So it went, days turned into weeks, simple daily routines became ingrained in the pup, which grew, and filled out. Muscle now covered the teen and Arcadian expected he would show up sooner rather than later. He had gone off hunting boars and fucking whores he found most likely. He was, at least, his father’s son in that regard. At the moment, a whirlpool of hormones and rage, but underneath laid a solid foundation that Arcadian had seen. The brute had tact and charm and his mother’s delight in killing for your own reasons. To watch the brute fight with loners and wolves that mistook them for starved strangers, it was a pleasure to see the brute move. He was young and knew little of battle, but he had talent and Arcadian meant to foster and grow that talent until he was a killer of gold. He would enjoy border patrol at Malignant Felicity, no doubt.
A howl rose over Malignant, bold, bolder than any joining wolf would usually dare. It called for only one. The queen, the alpha.
His queen.
Replies:
- I can't control my-self - By Queens December 5, 2011 at 08:11:08 AM
these dreams like ashes float away - By Sidorio December 5, 2011 at 11:25:44 PM
Nothing can stop this NIGHTMARE - By Arcadian* Kazier December 6, 2011 at 00:22:56 AM
i'mma m o n s t e r - By Queens December 8, 2011 at 04:02:58 AM
TROUBLE: middle name - By NIKANDROS December 8, 2011 at 05:00:10 AM
don't tread on me - By Ariston December 8, 2011 at 08:25:05 AM