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 17, 2011 at 08:59:25 PM by Ragnorak
The silent teen walked towards the boundaries she herself had submitted a few weeks ago on. Her ashen pelt swished this way and that, making the appearance that she was indeed walking on air. For all we know, she might’ve been doing just that. But Ragnorak was not supernatural, I’m afraid. She had no difference to any normal wolves besides her own experiences with her brother and the pack she’d run full of all males. Even as a teen, the gal had been able to command an army of hessians to do her bidding, as Morgra had once had… All this posh about the coming of darkness was nothing but a bit of stories to scare younglings…and Rag was no youngling. Helsing had followed her footfalls when she left the broken and battered soldiers to their death against another pack. She had bailed out on them. A disgrace against all codes… Ragnorak was a liar, a ditcher and was to be ignored for the rest of her life by her brother and her father- as well as her to-be mate. In fact, he had been the first to turn against her. She hadn’t spoken a word since she left. Nothing at all. No one knew her name, where she was from, or who had given her her smokey gray optics- but you cannot live in the past, lest it eat you up whole and wash you down with a bucket of strong rum. Now, now. That is the story for another day. Today Ragnorak has found herself in the midst of a soul she might think to be similar to herself. The tattered female had already come to a submissive pose, unlike Rag, who had just stood there, daring the Queen of Malignant to speak to her. Queens had liked her style, apparently. With no question of her name, where she came from or what her motive was, the alphess had left her all by her lonesome and gone to some other soul that was visiting the borders. Now, as Rag looked at the vixen that was on the border, she inhaled and opened her maw, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to speak at all…after all these long months of pretending she was mute. P-lease roll back over, if you can. My name is Ragnorak, a simple Omega of these areas. I believe I may be able to keep you company for a while. Tell me… is there anything I can ask you to share with me that doesn’t push your privacy?  |
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- You said you would love me no matter what, where are you now? - By Eve December 20, 2011 at 06:27:37 AM