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 January 2, 2012 at 01:58:45 AM by Vingi
The charcoal brujo was supposed to have spent his first duration of time within the tropical paradise known as Malignant Felicity by going on a little tour with the two wolves who had greeted him at the borders. For some reason, however, they had disbanded and the tour had never transpired. Vingi had to admit that he felt a twinge of disappointment that he, 'the old maid' and 'Mr. Alpha Boy' hadn't spent any more time engaged in amusing verbal sparring. Luckily for him, Vingi was more than capable of exploring solo. Despite his sorry lack of an escort, he wasted no time in beginning to investigate the numerous intriguing facets that the landscape and flora of his new homeland held. The wolf manipulated his long, cleanly built legs into carrying his lean bodice with relative ease throughout the tangled foliage and tall trees. At the moment, he was jogging seamlessly along a faint path of sorts, which had obviously been made for some reason, although that particular reason had yet to disclose itself to the wry stallion. The heat of the sun as it shone through the dappled canopy of the palms was balmy, but the combined stress of his little hike, when added on to the thickness of his chocolate and onyx coat, which was currently suitable for fall in main Blossom Forest, the benign amount of warmth seemed made him uncomfortable. For that reason, the sounds of crashing water, accompanied with the sweet smell of sure-to-be refreshing aqua had turned his paws in the direction of what he surmised would be a waterfall of sorts. He was as a shadowy wraith as he strode through the forest, his head held at an angle that, although alert and dignified, was not proud or arrogant. He was a wolf, and, at the moment, he was content to find peace by attending to his primal wants and needs. He arrived his destination, an idyllic gully of sorts, an idyllic little gulch that was equipped with a roaring waterfall, and, most importantly for his pleasure, a pool that he judged to be about five feet deep in it's deepest point, although most areas of it where shallower, perhaps on average only about the depth of his chest. Vingi noted with a trace of amusement that a fragile, blue butterfly was fluttering above a patch of slender-stemmed orchids. He wasted no time admiring his surroundings, instead heading forward with an assurance born out of confidence in his senses. He slipped into the cool water and was rewarded with instant relief from the sun's rays. His limbs moved strongly as he paddled about in the pond. Although the acheronian-appearing boy did not condone with useless and foolish looking smiling and therefore did not twist his bored expression into anything other than his usual bored countenance, his emerald eyes gleamed with his satisfaction and contentedness. After the joys of the cold, flowing H2O no longer appealed to him, the aphotic-colored lad, he waded to the shore, shook mightily and then proceeded to walk over to and curl up in a warm patch of sun-bathed grass. Although he wasn't usually the lazy, physically apathetic sort, Vingi decided to end his exploration expedition be – at least for a while. He yawned once and relaxed, preparing for a peaceful nap. His almond-shaped occulars had just begun to close when he was interrupted and spirited away from the land of Nod and back into the reality. Vingi didn't have to know the wolf herself to understand that the powerful howl belonged to none other than Queens, the famed alphess of Malignant. Vingi rose fluidly and stretched luxuriously, arching his spine and throwing his legs out in front of him in an undignified but useful position. He held his ungainly pose for a few moments before shifting into a normal standing position. From that point, he began to move at a swift wolf-lope. Vingi moved at a steady clip, but nothing could change the fact that he was about as far away from the origins of the call as he could be. Because of that indisputable fact, he arrived slightly after the first wave of responders. The demon's pace dropped to a walk as he came within a hundred feet of the clearing. Although he had been swimming, it was still fairly apparent that he had been allowed into the borders by the Zeta of Malignant, Llorana, and Queen's son Nikandros, as their scents still clung to his head and neck, which had not been submerged. His voyage through the forests of Malignant, as well as his seista in the sunshine, had dried the male enough that when he stepped into the clearing and made his appearance known, his submissively held body was only slightly damp. The regal herself was a sight to behold. Fierce and proud was she as she stood. Her posture was agressive; she was growling in a way that made her appear dangerous to the extreme, like an ebony dragon who hadn't eaten in weeks...Make that a gorgeous ebony dragon. As she stared down a cur that had somehow displeased her, the alpha female appeared commanding. Although his expression didn't show it, the sadistic boy was smirking internally at the simpering varg's chastisement. Various other wolves lurked about the clearing, but since Vingi did not know any of them, they did not seem especially important. Although the shaodwy masculine did not wish to seem as if he were sneaking in, he didn't want to interrupt Queens, so he simply remained on the outskirts. Despite his lack of normal servant-like behaviour, the lad was intelligent enough to put aside any traces of ego that may have remained in him for the moment. His black tassel was tucked between his brown-furred haunches, his ears slanted backwards and his head was slightly lowered. All in all, he was playing it smart... afterall, if this was merely a taste of pack meetings, life in this place would be really, really interesting. Ooc: <.< It's kinda confusing, I know ^.^” stock by FIGG manbearpigs - a deviantart source. |
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- I feel your eyes all over my body - By Crimson Helm January 5, 2012 at 11:36:55 PM
bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry January 6, 2012 at 01:23:05 AM
&& you think I'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS January 6, 2012 at 01:32:34 AM
pay the price - By Kylo January 7, 2012 at 07:15:56 PM
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