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 12, 2011 at 10:04:03 PM by NIKANDROS
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I find myself pacing the borders deep in thought after Queens had called me and my siblings to her. All I ended up finding was more questions. The young male about my age, he has to be my brother, yet I've never seen him or even heard of him before? I don't even know his name yet I can tell he's familiar. My mind remembers him even if I don't. I also think about the two adult males in her presence, the ones I know to be my fathers. That's right, plural. I was born of a threesome, two males, one female. Not all at once, hopefully. I had looked at Arcadian and saw the mellow one, the one in pain because he actually loves my mother and thinks of her as his only reason for living. He looked like a tormented soul and he's been the one training my brother. Well, hopefully that doesn't make my nameless sibling a faggot or something. I had looked at Sidorio and saw the confident flirt that I myself had more or less become. Yes, I have my soft sides at times and that must be Arcadian coming out in me but most of the time and especially to strangers, I find myself favoring the cocky look that earns me attention and respect. I also favor more of his coloring with my black and crimson staining, though there is some white speckling in my coat. It's all a mixture. I can tell he has feelings for my mother but it doesn't seem the same as Arcadian views her. It's more like a friends with benefits kind of thing. Overall, I think I favor that opinion. Friends with benefits get all the satisfaction without the drama and awkwardness in between. Lovers rely so heavily upon one another that it's so easy to get hurt, too easy. I'm definitely not ready for that yet. When the scent of the female form Prey Plateau hits me, I stop flat and prick my ears. Did she really come here? I didn't expect her to but then again, she's probably just hunting down Fenrir and Scarface again. After all, she did seem like she was having some heated debate with Fenrir at the plateau. Unfinished business perhaps? Shrugging it off, I trot toward the borders and her scent, my skin tingling when I catch the mixture of her blood in the perfume. She's bleeding? A bit of concern finds its way into my eyes as I finally see her and hear her at the same time. She has her elegant skull tipped back, her ivory jaws open as she releases a tempting howl. Hmm. I feel that unmistakable yearning of my body and testing the air again, I can tell that she's coming into heat soon. Dang, when did I pick up that ability? I find that I like the scent a lot and it draws me closer, though I remind myself not to act so barbaric and let the scent cloud my senses. Instead, I hold myself tall and straight, trying not to let the confusion of my family drama show in my face as I force a small smirk to my lips and nod in greeting. You've gone and hurt yourself. You know self mutilation is no way to get sympathy. I raise a brow in amusement but all the while my eyes roam her body, looking for the source of the blood. Then I see the ground behind her and understand. My nostrils wrinkle and I glance cautiously down at her paws. They must look a mess underneath. My smirk falters a bit. Someone needs to learn to avoid sharp objects on the ground, too, I see. Didn't anyone ever teach you how to walk right? My ears prick and my eyes gleam to show her I mean no harm in my words. |
Replies:
- aut viam inveniam aut faciam - By Kohaku December 13, 2011 at 10:34:54 PM
TROUBLE: middle name RANKED WOLF - By NIKANDROS December 14, 2011 at 02:46:10 AM
Break away - By Fenrir December 17, 2011 at 08:57:35 AM
aut viam inveniam aut faciam - By Kohaku December 18, 2011 at 01:14:28 AM
call me a liar - By Fenrir December 18, 2011 at 10:12:21 AM