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 11:42:43 AM by Arcadian* Kazier
We were the kings and queens of promise
He couldn’t help but feel the warmth of the sun a little more when his mother spoke of him not needing to be remembered. He hadn’t expected it, but had secretly hoped, never disclosing the weak wontedness for his mother and siblings. When she threw up her head in a howl and shifted his gaze to the crimson and ebony male. Sidorio. A Demonican, perhaps he could answer questions about the burning thirst in his throat. Arcadian had refused to talk about it and had only taken a slight pleasure in watching him poorly stalking his first wolf. The wolf, which was a fae, had obviously been alone longer than he had, not that Arcadian had ever left his side. Still, he had felt alone and felt a need to socialize with his pack. Now, looking at his other father, this well muscled brute with the mismatched eyes, he understood why he didn’t have a white hair on him. He gave the silent brute a respectful nod and scented the air, looking towards the tops of the trees. The wind blew new scents. Scents that smelled of him and Arcadian. All the wolves that presided at this little family reunion were related to him through blood.
We were the victims of ourselves
The first male approached and froze, looking at Arcadian and Sidorio. To Kaizer it seemed the male had never seen either father before, at least, that’s the impression he got from the way he was acting. Perhaps Sidorio had also left around the same time that ivory father of his had taken off with him. Honestly, he didn’t understand why Arcadian had taken him. Arcadian had never made any attempt to explain himself, although now Kaizer saw that there would probably be cause for an explanation. His mother was not a wolf you simply walked away from and came back to and threw a teen on the ground and thought everything was okay. Luckily for Arc, he wasn’t that stupid, although taking Kaizer in the first place was a sign of stupidity in itself. Kaizer mentally slapped himself and nodded gracefully at Niko, as he introduced himself and opened his maw to speak, but was interrupted by another teen. A white brute with the same mismatched orbs cursed his brother in rough tones and then froze just as Niko has and even though both were in some slight state of shock, they seemed pleased to meet him. Kaizer was never one for letting his guard down fully, but he took a couple of steps forward and swayed his banner in a medium pace.
You can call me Kaizer.
He continued to look from one brother to the other and then posed a question to Queens, his alpha and mother. His emerald orbs studying every wolf carefully, weighing the tension and joy in the current situation as if they were rocks balanced on his tail and snout. He scented the air, knowing there were more siblings, but not of their ages, genders or if they even resided in the pack.
Do I have other siblings in the pack, mother?
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Arcadian was slightly confused by the sudden change of pace, but he wasn’t one to deny that Kaizer did change things. Queens greeted and welcomed her son. And then ran her length down his in welcome. He exhaled in relief and enjoyed her touch, as brief as it was. He nuzzled her side in small way of agreeing to the talk. Arcadian would talk with her alone, very soon, but first the siblings would meet their fathers and newest brother. Unlike many thought, family was incredibly important to Queens and hers was growing rapidly. Her pups may not stay in Malignant forever, but while she was here, she had on good authority that a portion of the pack would never sway in loyalty. The other portion was a newly joined squadron and old-timer, not in age, but membership. His ‘brothers’ had disappeared, as was their nature when they didn’t believe they owed him anymore. Perhaps they’d make the mistake to join at the border again. Arcadian did love a good bloodshed every now and then. Perhaps Queens would allow him to be her justice, if she ever gave him a rank ever again, he didn’t expect one./ He had proved untrustworthy and disloyal, only time would tell that he was trying to fix what he’d left and broke.
Maybe the children of a lesser god
But he didn’t even deserve her love. How could a wolf claim to love someone and leave them. Sidorio had done it, although he had never shared the notion of love with Queens, as far as Arcadian knew, he loved Karmabelle, the ebony goddess once in his life., now gone. Arcadian wondered in he were in pain, for it was impossible to tell with Sidorio. He was a creature of cold and masks and wit and even some charm if you happened to be his type. Arcadian scented the air, wondering if the other siblings would show. It appeared Kaizer thought the same, as he questioned Queens on if he had other siblings that resided in the pack. He sounded rather innocent as he did so, but no doubt, there was the spirit of Queens in there. That slightly demonic rage that loved a good ‘lets maim the screwball’ game, everyone had some, but Queens had a rather good dose. He partly loved it, that part of her that was simply a force waiting to be unleashed or loosing itself upon some poor wreck that decided to get smart on the border. If made him give off a brief smile actually, to think. He also examined and nodded at the two sons that had showed themselves, a friendly banner wag to show he meant nothing but friendship and maybe more of a father figure if they wanted it.
Between heaven and hell
Perhaps a pack hunt could be organized, although the scents of blood and prey lingered closely, suggesting Queens had sent out a hunting party not long ago. God, she needed no one that wolf, but she had given herself to him and he had thrown it in her face, heck, not even that, he’d given her nothing and promised her everything. He had never stopped loving her, but he had not proved himself worthy of her. He felt disappointed in himself, Arcadian kept quiet, unlike him. He nodded at Sidorio and then waited simply for the rest of the family to show up.
Heaven and hell
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