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 08:08:45 PM by Xieal Rojo
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------------------------------------------------------- X I E A L ~ R O J O ------------------------------------------------------- The words pass through the labrynith that is one's mind, so intercrit the message, yet so simple. Xieal holds her scalding glare, wirey muscles held in an iron cast as she stands rigid, proccesing the situation as the fog clears, leaving not an Angel, but a wolf in it's place. " Do you know where you, Wolf-Angel?" Her words, so metalic, rattling off in a perfect proccesion, like the way leaves fall, her tone getting lower at the end of each word, leaving a sharp silence to allow a hanging quite, for her words to sink in like an animal in a tar pit, her voice trapped forever in thie Fae's mind, only to die out whence forgetfullness wins out. "This is where the Devil comes to play, and this is where Demon's come to stay." Xieal drops her gaze to the speckled floor, the image floating in and out of a soupy green. "What the hell is this Wolf, but an Angel Damned to live?" Xieal spews, her words cast out with an erie ring, unfocused, her eyes always trained on Angel, but never really seeing her, as if staring at a window, but nnot at the window itself, more of what's beyond. " Get out fast, and get out alive." Sanity crawls through her words, inter-laced with the haunting oppisit, but there all the same as it puts forth the warning. "I've been watching them, I know them. And they'll tear the Devil that resides in Hell from his throne and cast him to his own Demons before they'll let you walk out un-touched. The rain told me, the same that falls from the sky and drenches our sorry souls in blood before the waves come to gouge out our eyes for the beauty of morbid fun." The words come out raspy, a raging war between meaning and imagination, either way, the message clear. -------------------------------------------------------- Insanity bores down on us like the rain, And the mind is the devil’s toy -------------------------------------------------------- |
Replies:
- 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