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 14, 2011 at 02:46:10 AM by NIKANDROS
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She looks thoughtful as I approach, almost as if she can't recognize me but it doesn't take more than a second or two before recognition envelopes her gaze. As I start talking, I watch a smile light up her features and it only spurs me on, my eyes gleaming, loving the attention as I always do. When she answers back, I have to give her credit. The girl knows how to play the word games. My tail flicks in eagerness, head tilting some as I raise a brow in amusement. My words roll off my tongue smooth as fresh honey. I'll have to keep that in mind, then. I have urges, okay?! So what if I get a little too forward for my own good, she's in my territory now so I'm allowed, or so I tell myself. I watch her dance on her nimble paws, my only thought that she must be in pain from all the blood I've seen on the ground. Doesn't the girl know how to keep still? At her response, I look back up hurriedly, my face flustered for only a moment before I wipe it off my face with a suaveness I hope to possess some day. My lips twitch into a charming grin. And what do you know of modesty? You charged right over to a wolf eating a dead coyote at the plateau. I see no modesty in that. My eyes flash, challenging her to yet more games. I had noted the break in her words, like there was something more she wanted to add but instead she let it stop and had to find another way to end it. My tail flicks behind me in amusement. My, my, how interesting this one is turning out to be. My brow furrows a bit in surprise when the female starts toward me slowly, watching her step as she circles around me, even daring to go over the borders that most other Malignant wolves would have already attacked her for. Of course, I'm not like the others. I'm royalty. Instead I keep my ears focused on her with every step, eyes more downward, watching the bloody pattern she leaves on the ground behind her. Wondering what she's up to, I raise a brow in curiosity as she starts her sentence, stopping to giggle girlishly and drag her tail under my jaw quite sensuously. It doesn't help matters any that she just wafted that beautiful smell right into my nose, practically putting it to my face as if to rub it in that she smells freaking amazing and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Why must girls be like this?! It takes about every sense of control I have not to start panting like an idiot, my skin already boiling with heat and my adrenaline racing like I'd just gone done fighting. A wry thought crosses my mind that perhaps I should find time to ask my fathers about this kind of stuff. Surely they have some experience with this insanity. No, scratch that. It's more like torture. I have to unfog my mind with the naughty thoughts to listen to her words, eyes focusing in on her and catching the drift of her speech. Ah, so she wants into Malignant and she thinks I'm the key to getting there. That's why she's using the charm and her female talents. Damn her! I chuckle under my breath, shaking my head lightly as I eye her with humor. I'm afraid you may be beyond repair, chicka. As for Malignant, I'm afraid I can't grant you what you ask. I'm only an Omega here, a lowly member of the pack just like any other. You'll have to call someone bigger to fill your request. My eyes hide all the usual cockiness where I would add that I am the alpha's son. For some reason, I don't want to share that with her, at least not yet. For now, I want to see what she thinks to find out I'm just an ordinary wolf, no one special. She looks directly into my eyes and I feel the urge to back her down, bristle my hackles and maybe add a snarl or two in there but my body won't react, not to her. I know that she's only continuing to use her female charms on me. Instead I merely smirk back and wait. When she speaks next, it's to offer information. I learn that her name is Kohaku, or Ko for short. I also confirm what I had started to guess at the plateau, that the other wolves and she are related. I dip my head in acknowledgment. I'm Nikandros or Niko for short; my relatives aren't all that important. Just wolves. My eyes dare her to ask more as I don't plan on sharing any information on that right now. I want to be on equal ground for once. My brow furrows in surprise though as Ko suddenly drops to the ground, rolling onto her stomach and obviously submitting before me. I can't say that I don't enjoy the gesture, but at the same time it makes me a bit uncomfortable. I can see that she's not looking to be laughed at for this gesture so where I might have chuckled a bit at her expense before correcting her, instead I offer a light smirk. Get up. I'm not the one to submit to. That would be the chocolate and black one. |
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- 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
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