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.
IP: 12.7.238.130
Posted on December 5, 2011 at 08:11:08 AM by Queens
 The border was active and I was content. My trusty beta was off handling business at Quarrels Clearing with an idiot teen who would be lucky to survive the fight. I had all the faith in the world in Devil and knew he was probably one of the most deadly wolves at Malignant, other than my-self and Sid. Then again I often caught my-self wondering if I had gotten soft. I wondered if I was changing in my old age, but quickly pushed the thought out of my head. It had been ages since I had tasted that warm metallic liquid on my tongue. The way it was salty but sweet all at the same and how it would make me feel. I missed that feeling, how my heart was race and my senses would pick up. How it felt to hear the last gasping breaths from the idiot fool in my jaws. The look in their eye as their soul simply faded right out of those optics and they would instantly turn dull. Those series of actions would get me excited every time and at one point in my life, I almost felt like an addict. Even more so when I got alone and would be feeling down and depressed. The only thing that did keep me sane was killing, weird how that was the only thing that would keep me level….killing someone. So here I was, on the completely other side of the fence. I couldn’t have been happier! Sid was back, the pack was growing, and Malignant was stronger than ever. My banner swayed back and forth as I approached tree to tree. Marking the territory was something I felt rather taunting, but it had to be done. If I didn’t mark it someone else would and lord knows we didn’t want to have that happen. I rolled my eyes at the thought; I’d rip a fool to pieces if he marked on my damn tree. As I finished marking the current large red oak I began moving on to the next when I stopped dead in my tracks. The wind had shifted and a scent caught my nose, a scent I would have never thought I would smell again. The words slipped off my tongue in a barely audible whisper. Arcadian…. I felt my temperament instantly change. I went from being just happy go lucky to completely unpredictable. My hackles rose instantly and I began stalking forward, and that is when I heard the call…the call for me. My lip twitched at the sound and I continued moving. Chocolate blades rose from the nap of my neck to the base of my tail. My normal amber pools where now completely maple with tiny small hints of amber still lingering. I could smell Sid nearby as well and I hoped he came along. I was getting close, I could smell him everywhere. I kept telling my-self to calm down; he had to have a good reason behind just leaving me like he did. No explanation, no nothing and he took one of my puppies. Yet, the more I talked about it in my head the more mad I got. I pushed my way through the brush, there was no stalking going on here, not this time. As I broke into the small clear, my eyes instantly stuck on him. I felt my ears press against my head as my heart sunk. I had missed his white coat and the way he smelled so much. The memories flooded back of how I would lay under that damn willow and lay my head on a pile of leaves that smelled like him for hours upon hours. I felt like I wanted to run up and tackle him and shower him in licks and kisses but the monster inside me screamed for me to stand my ground and stop being a soft little bitch. I needed to go back to being the old me, the cold ruthless bitch that would rip a males balls off for breaking my heart. When I spoke, my voice was acidic and shaky. Far from the normal sweet syrupy lyrics that normally would escape my parted lips. Arcadian… I couldn’t manage anything else. It was the only word I could speak, just his name. 
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Replies:
- 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
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