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 8, 2011 at 05:00:10 AM by NIKANDROS
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The howl wakes me from my peaceful slumber, sending my head shooting up, ears pricked at attention but grumpiness evident on my brow. What the? What's going on? Why's Queens calling for me and my siblings? I shake my head, trying to rid the sleepiness from my fogged up mind as I slowly get to my paws, taking time to stretch and get my senses back on track. When I glance down, I can't help but grin sadistically. Ah yes, the blood of the coyotes still stains my chest and legs, most likely some is still left on my muzzle as well. I did stop to drink and wash down the syrupy goodness on the way back home but I didn't think to wash myself. I was too preoccupied thinking about sleep...and that strange female teen I ran into on the hill above Prey Plateau. Now she was she something special. My thoughts then roam toward Llorana, wondering if she's the jealous type. Ah, but how fun that would be. Llorana certainly holds a place in my heart. She's been nothing but a good friend from the beginning and when we touch, my skin feels electric. Of course I'm nowhere near the love zone. After all, I'm still a teen and I got too much life left to live to go around giving out my heart like some lovesick romeo. No thank you, I'll date around a little first. Doesn't seem to hurt my mom. No, what hurts her is when she gives her heart away and then it gets trampled on. From the bitter way she's been acting, I don't think this is the first time she's been hurt either. Maybe she should take a little advice from her son and quit with the whole love fairy tale for a while, get her head back on straight. But she'd never listen to me. She wouldn't be my mother if she did. Shrugging it off, I trot toward the call, bright blue eyes curious as I finally emerge from the trees to find not just Queens but three other wolves in tow. Stopping in my tracks, I twitch my nose, taking in the vaguely familiar scents. They kind of smell like me, and Queens. Then they must be... My eyes widen some, setting first on the crimson and obsidian stained male and then on the pure ivory male. These are my fathers then. Arcadian and Sidorio, back in the flesh. I raise a brow, eyes gleaming in amusement over anything else before my gaze slides on over to the next male in our presence. He seems closer to my age and his coat is a match to Sidorio's as if he shares my blood. He even vaguely smells like me. That's when my line of thought ends. A brother. I have another brother? I had no idea. My mouth gapes a bit as I try to piece it all together. Finally coming to my senses, I take a step toward the young male, trying to memorize his features before I speak. I'm Nikandros, but you can call me Niko. What should I call you? My eyes gleam now with a friendly air, even giving a slight wave to my tail as I stand tall and proud, yes, even of my fucked up lineage with two dads. I am not ashamed of who I am. |
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- don't tread on me - By Ariston December 8, 2011 at 08:25:05 AM