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 June 4, 2012 at 04:15:21 AM by Arcadian
Ivory carriage cantered playfully in and out of the shaded grounds of his home. After catching up with a few friends inside, he took to regaining some outside contacts and now entered the opposite border of which a call came. One of Queens brood.. His too, he supposed. Soon, Sidorio scent made his legs pump faster and within a short time; he crossed Malignant and was upon entering the clearing. Several already filled it at the borderline and he scented or Kaizer and found his scent growing stronger by the second. That boy never found himself far from the party- it was simply that Arcadian had made a routine of chasing him from them. Telling him to focus on his fighting and hunting, what wolves were made for. Protect the pack, protect the family.
Arcadian observed on entry, nodding at Sidorio if he wasn’t too busy chastising the back talking son. He smirked quietly at the sight. Ahh Sid, see what you’ve been missing? He rose an eyebrow comically. He noted the wolves there and waited for Queens arrival, nodding back curtly at anyone who took the time to do so. Arcadian was the quiet, ivory gentleman, but ask how he gained his favor with the queen and you’d learn a whole different side to this alabaster monster. He brought Queens dishonored wolves before her and with a little brotherly help, ripped them to literal pieces, after breaking most of the limbs and ensuring they had died knowing they deserved it. He suddenly lusted for a good bloodbath and hoped the hunts kill would be large, if indeed this hunt continued.
Something told him it wouldn’t, however.
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- IF I SURVIVE THEN I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW. - By DA KURLZZ June 10, 2012 at 07:00:54 PM