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 08:42:37 PM by Xieal Rojo
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------------------------------------------------------- X I E A L ~ R O J O ------------------------------------------------------- Gears click, rusted and slathered in cob-webs as the words, now the mechanic key to Xieal's delicate mind slither between the metal circles, chasing away the spiders and grime, leaving shined, clean. But the scars remain. " Your not only Damned to live, but your damned to die too Angel." The words, driven home, if one could exist, with a threat, so openly inspired by glinting eyes, still so wet with insanity. " They'll come, from thier celebration of death, and the birds will come with them, to pick the flesh from our bones." Aggrivation pricked like a well-worn needle into the expression of Xieal, her lips peeling back, showing peeks of ironicaly white teeth. " And when they do, I wont be here. I'll be with the rain, and this deadly apedmic you call courage will die with you." The words, layered with meaning and despise are spit from her mouth with such distaste as the forest bends through her magnified glare into clouds, towering arond them and twisting into whirl-winds, threatening to overtake these simple animals, bickering in the woods. " The ants will crawl into your mouth, and eat your heart. And when they do.." Xieal turns, her spine spiked up under her sparse fur, wounds speckling her flanks before she ducks back into her thorn patch, all together dispersing into the shadows she held so close to her features. " Your mind will fester, rot, and be devoured." And that was that, and she was her, and all that said, was told. -------------------------------------------------------- Insanity bores down on us like the rain, And the mind is the devil’s toy -------------------------------------------------------- |
Replies:
- 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