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 May 16, 2012 at 06:36:48 PM by kohaku
 I’ve disappeared more often than not… And I regret my decision to go out and challenge a separate area's dominance in order to charge some few fellows for the assassination of my mother. I’ve earned myself two new tears in my left audette, but I’ve also caught onto a kind of expression that only accompanies that of those who have seen death occur right in front of their optics. Being the younger of the two siblings born to Jeanne d’ Arc and Scarface (Oturion…whichever one you wish to call him), I am still in my early EARLY adult years. Just making the transition to adult the last full moon. I’ve always been awkward with others- I don’t like talking to those I don’t know, so I obviously don’t have many friends. I’ve been accepted into Malignant before- though it was quite an… odd experience, actually. Pallid pillars swiftly sprint past the territory borders. A small smirk crosses my kissers. I haven’t had time to clean my own (now dried) crimson fluid out of my ivory pelt, disturbed only by the small circular formation of rustic orange in the center of my forehead. I shouldn’t have come back- the other place promised a better future than this here. Where others knew me- or claimed to, at least. My father’s scent here is stale though, so perhaps he has moved on to a different place. Fenrir is still here though… and I know that because his voice carries on the wind like the visible phenomenon of buzzards circling a carcass. Very…very… VERY… distinct. The similar sound of Nikandros’ voice accompanied it… and I paused, then kept going, no expression replicating itself upon my apex. Of course, I didn’t know the other two voices.. but I guessed that if Fenrir was there- I should probably be there too. There is a part of me that wishes Fenrir had left with Scarface... Afterall, our father had never quite acknowledged what I could do with my tiny mass, and he mainly stayed focus on what his eldest could do- that or it was because Fenrir was the only son... Envy has plunged through me many times in the past, but now that feeling is but a faded memoir. Nothing that bothers me now. Afterall, our 'oh-so-loving' father abandoned us both in the world- and not even without a goodbye. I suppose I can't hate him for this. Afterall, Jeanne (our mother) didn't tell him where she was leaving when she disappeared with me in her jowls as well. Two pieces, myself and Fenrir, were separated from one another. We were weak... oh-so weak... and now that we're adults... it's mind blowing to look back on it all and re-run it through my mind. Is this scarred and strong male seriously my brother? The sibling I grew up nuzzling my mothers side with? The voices were becoming ever closer as my lady-like figure twist through the ferns and towards the sound of a trickling river. Yes, yes, Ive grown into my bodice... if just a little bit. I no longer have such stocky shoulders and a squared look to me... curves have taken the place of 'once' baby fat's territory. I no longer looked too much like a boy... which was somewhat of an improvement... I became visible when Nikandros spit out the words, sure you can keep up? And Fenrir’s smart remark was moments before I brushed up against him, just in case he hadn’t scented my bloodied perfume on the gales… after all, I had been the one downwind… so it was possible that, with the scent travelling towards me and not him, I could have succeeded with an ambush. But I wasn’t that type of girl around my brother- no matter how much I did or didn’t know him. Much more of the latter, if I had to be completely honest with myself. My ebon lined kissers parted after I acknowledged each and every one of them (though I didn’t know two) and then I sat down. I quickly thought out words to push out into the awaiting air, then opened my jug and swept a quiet voice through the arena. “You better not talking about me, dearest. After all, I managed to sneak up on you without your notice after you're little hunt.” Snake-like optics travel to Nikandros and I lower my audettes in mock flirtatious behavior before the ebon and crimson demon. “Hope you didn’t miss me too much; Had some business to take care of.” Though the words had no meaning behind them at all, I pronounced them into the atmosphere. No hint of malice, hate, adoration, anger, or any other emotion from Pandora’s box making itself present. I pass my attention to the two other males, quiet words slipping in acknowledgment out to them as well. It was then that I finally did put a name to the 'less-than' familiar face of Kaizer, the male whom had faced the bared fangs of my father at the last pack meeting I had attended. No recognition sparks up in my optics, as I have already begun to address them both. Oh well... he'll just have to be patient with my slow motion thought process that's been following me around today... “Excuse me for interrupting, boys. My name is Kohaku. Haven’t been around for a while, so it won’t surprise me if you don’t know me.” I was smaller than each of them.... I still hadn't grown from when I was a teen- so I was still a little skinny and short for my age... There was also the fact that I was malnurished, for I hadn't felt the need to eat for the past few weeks after catching my mothers' killers scents, and I felt as if I could be the center of freakish attention. Hopefully it was completely opposite of this. There’s a strange feeling that I don’t belong here… it’s the same one that I felt entering this place for the first time in months again. Outcast. But I ignored them, pushed them back into a dark corner of my mental mind and locked them up. Who needed feelings? I sure as hell didn’t. I didn’t smile at any of them. No warm hearted little female here. Leaning up against my kin, I inhaled sharply, trying to somehow get Malignant's scent to stick to me like two separate charges of a magnet. This time, I wasn't leaving. Who cared if my mother's killers were still out there? I obviously couldn't handle it by myself- and I didn't feel that it was a strong enough need to ask my elder brother for help. He'd find me weak, knowing where our family ties go back to... and the offspring of an angel and a devil should always prepare for the worst to happen. Thoughtful as always, Ko... I didn't let a speck of my inner thinkings escape out into the masculine-dominated area. Solitude was my one companion. Adult || Valkyrie || Malignant Felicity word count: 1032 ooc: sorry to crash the party... :( haven't played Ko in a while...so I'm a little rusty with her... |
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- && you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS May 22, 2012 at 01:32:40 AM
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