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 31, 2012 at 02:13:41 PM by Kohaku
 A howl pierced the tense atmosphere around us new adolescents. I was waiting for someone to break the silence, but no one did… I suppose I’m grateful for whomever called out to the pack… then again, I wish they hadn’t. I wanted to meet some new souls... even if I was a loner by heart. Twisting and turning through trees and sliding over gnarled roots, I come to place where the mud is crawling with creepy crawlers. Yucky. I keep my face straight and continue walking, ignoring the sound as their frail little disgusting bodies crunch underneath my paws. It’s surprising… that even though I’m so lightweight, the can still be crunched if I put enough pressure on my pillars. I make sure to keep my tassel high here. Wouldn’t want my soiled pelt to get even more dirty now would I? As soon as I pass it, I continue on, following the scent of many wolves gathering together. Automatically I get a bit nervous. My heart starts pounding even more blood through my deprived veins. Why? I guess it’s because I haven’t made contact with many friendlies for a while… ‘Friendlies.’ How childish. I have no friends. I find no need nor purpose in them. The closest I have is Fenrir. And he’s family, so I can’t really count him as a true friend. I arrived quietly and keep my mouth shut even then… much unlike the valkyrie before me. Samus, was it? I don’t recall exactly who she is but she sets me on edge if not just a little bit… I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t ask for her company even if she and I were the only two vargs left on the face of this hellish planet. I look up, my suns looking at the male who called us here. He’s not Queens. Haha, far from it. A small smirk graces my kissers and I continue standing, all by my lonesome self thank you. I’d fill the space between the male and Nikandros that I met with recently… just to be an awkward palm tree like I am, but I’m not that mean. Besides… they both probably emitted a stench that I couldn’t stand… man smell, if you may. I am, on the other hand, dying to get out and stretch my muscles. I want the lovely blood lust to be bestowed upon me by the Gods above… I haven’t had that for a week…. And even then, it was only for other wolves. I want something I can sink my teeth into and not have to worry if it won’t taste good or not. Bunnies sound good. My audettes flick back against my crown and I flick my tassel through the atmosphere. My skinny bodice is a show of just how hungry I really am. There’s nothing I can hide about that one. My ribs show through my pallid pelt that is dotted with soil and what looks to be dried blood. Whatever. I can wash it off later. I look around a bit while I wait for someone to answer. Who was the one who called us? My optics fly to the wolf who did summon us. He had the same scent as Nikandros… well… basis-wise. And his colors were around the same… could this be another one of his siblings? No expression crosses my face as I engulf whatever I can about him. From what I gathered, Niko was the only varg of the brothers that I would dare to approach with a lowered guard… but even then, I would never be completely off my rocker to walk past him with a wall down. No one has that grace. Kaizer and Leonidas, as I would come to know his title, were marked on my radar as “unapproachable.” In the way that they probably didn’t want me talking to them. That’s okay… the feeling was mutual if it was felt at all, so I didn’t mind much. There was another gentleman here (though that’s hardly the word to describe ANY male in Malignant) who looked like a human’s watchdog. A German Shepherd. I’ve never seen him before… but he seems comfortable enough. He was older than the caller. Vingi was here… and another male whom I didn’t recognize. Have I really only seen so little of Malignant Felicity’s residents? Pricking my audettes, I watch as he is content to stay hidden in the shadows. At least I can make tiny connections with him. I too, do not wish for the company of others… that, or he’s just a creeper. Probably the latter. And yet another masculine figure is here. This time, it’s the ebon cloaked, testosterone filled Beta. I know this guy. Well… I’ve been in the same clearing with him more than once if that’s a plus. I doubt it. Devil May Cry is the only wolf here that I would NOT, on my life, be sarcastic with. Queens may have the gull to play with him a bit, but I, on the other hand, will do no such thing. Then there’s Nikandros, in all his charming glory… it’s nothing against the boy, for I find his company amusing and perpetually comforting, but he could be a little less of a flirter. He just might break someone’s heart someday. Then again, he could be aiming for that. It wouldn’t surprise me. Then there’s the only other female here. Crap. Samus Aran. Like I mentioned before… I wouldn’t be caught dead in her company. Not unless I was paid handsomely to do so. I back up a little bit to keep out of the summer sun and wait patiently for someone to take the lead. I came here for a hunt. Not a traditional pow-wow where everyone sits in a damn circle and stares at one another. It takes me a while to notice it, but my front pillars are twitiching with excitement. I may not be the best hunter out there, or the best collaborator when it came to hunting as a group, but I liked bringing things down and the success that followed afterwards. But most of all, I loved the adrenaline in my veins as I discovered what I could truly do with this scrappy bodice of mine on a hunt. It would be an understatement to say that I was raring to go. Adult || Valkyrie || Malignant Felicity word count: 1062 |
Replies:
- The undead Soldier - By Fenrir June 1, 2012 at 01:15:02 PM
familiar sins come crashing in - By Leonidas June 3, 2012 at 05:23:00 AM
all the devils are here - By Sidorio June 3, 2012 at 09:15:11 AM
from the heavens come more than angels - By Arcadian June 4, 2012 at 04:15:21 AM
IF I SURVIVE THEN I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW. - By DA KURLZZ June 10, 2012 at 07:00:54 PM
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