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 13, 2012 at 06:45:32 PM by Xieal Rojo
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------------------------------------------------------- X I E A L ~ R O J O ------------------------------------------------------- If it was only the stick this Fae had heard, then her Auds had been polluted by the thickening, sickly sweet air that clung so desperatly to the living. The She-wolf exploded from a near-by clump of thorns, the spurs of wood hooking tuffs of fur, hanging them up like dead men under the mercy of the noose. Xieal's mind twisted the image brought to her orbs, which oozed her apparent insanity as she barreled into the white female. This white Fae now became a blizzard, raining down daggers of ice with beasties racing from the morhping white to become new foes, thier lips peeling back to reveal rows apon rows of teeth, thier eyes reflecting Xieal's own, the loss of sanity resided there, accompanied by the scalding presence of the want for death, blood, and morbid pain. Attracted to this forest by hunger, the hunger for death, the fae had been circling, waiting, the forest to her clouded mind more of towering mountains, the leaves dripping black dew that, when fallen, would burn gashes into the soft earth bellow. The smell had met her like an old friend, alike with her own pelt which held a constant aroma of fermence, death, and the ever-preasent metalic tang of blood, both hers and anothers. And her hunger was not sattisfied by this mere whif of exploited death, from the veil that shrouded reality and the things your mind makes up to create a less-painfull world, the thinning line had broken once more, scarred from re-structer and re-inforced chips, taken piece by piece only to have it snap again. Xieal met the beasts, as she did so, bright Crimson Spewed from thier mouths and eyes, staining thier white pelts and gushing onto the ground where it steamed and became the all-too-familiar, Red ocean. The waves lapped at Xieal's paws and stomache, clawing at her fur, attempting to drag her into it's suffacating web of death. But Insanity is a Strong Drug, so much easier to drown in then mere water or even the strength of one's own blood. "I went to the medow today, and I saw the Children, thier tounges lapped at the ocean like the ocean lapped at them, and thier eyes bulged with loathing, they want the alive, to be alive. Xieal muttered, the Beasties had already fallen into the pools of red, fragments of frozen fur drifting around in the cross-currents, miniture whirl pools sucking at her feet as she looked up, all of these things so well fabricated from the debth of ones mind, and in this case, her own. And there she stood, her eyes fixated on the blizzard that was slowly dieing down, the remains heaps of snow and alone, a single white angel, wings spread wide in greeting. And, so she was. -------------------------------------------------------- Insanity bores down on us like the rain, And the mind is the Devil’s toy -------------------------------------------------------- |
Replies:
- Ivy crawls, but Envy runs - By Fall To Me (Angel) January 13, 2012 at 07:10:58 PM
Ivy Crawls, Envy Runs, But Rain Flies. - By Xieal Rojo January 13, 2012 at 08:08:45 PM
If Rain flies, what can mist do? - By Fall To Me (Angel) January 13, 2012 at 08:20:11 PM
Mist kills, devours your lungs like the desiese it is. - By Xieal Rojo January 13, 2012 at 08:42:37 PM
Than I hope the Mist comes Quick - By Fall To Me (Angel) January 13, 2012 at 09:16:00 PM
The mists already here, Dearest. - By Xieal Rojo January 13, 2012 at 09:37:01 PM
Waking, with strength. - By Fall To Me (Angel) January 14, 2012 at 00:39:01 AM