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 July 26, 2012 at 07:27:44 PM by Kohaku
 The wolf that arrives after myself is none other than Queens beloved Beta, Devil May Cry. My auds flick away from the two as they speak… I don’t want to eavesdrop on them just because I’m close by. My golden optics close and I revel in the sunlight that my ivory pelt is soaking up, letting the almost non-existent breeze ruffle my pelt. Today would be a wonderful day to take a nap… but I won’t lie down. Not here at a pack meeting. To me, that is a sign of weakness to show your peers. To not be doing anything, or have done anything and lay down on the ground as if you cannot move another step. I wouldn’t make that move with Devil in the arena any day of the week. Or Queens, for that matter. Actually, I wouldn’t lie down in this pack at all when Queens was in the middle of getting super pissed about people not coming to her show. Not me, thank-you. Nikandros is the next male that walks in. Ahem. Excuse me. Struts. That boy… my pallid listeners twitch a bit as he starts my way after giving his mother a greeting, but they stay flicked back. He doesn’t know how lucky he is- to have a mother that is still alive and well. And even more, the leader of a very prestigious band of killers. But from what I’ve gathered, he’s about on equal ground as myself. I’ve never seen him with his father… or fathers. Who knows- I don’t prod that deep down into others’ business. I merely pick up on what I hear. All I know is that Queens produced one hell of a baby boy. It honestly does not surprise me that he’s her son. Yes, I admit that he is one hell of a piece of eye candy... But his behavior is just… Been up to anything interesting lately? I tilt my rustic orange splattered head in his direction, the eye closest to him catching his own pair of oceans watching as he sends a wink over at me and plasters an overconfident little grin on his face. Okay. Behavior example A. My suns give him the up and down look, where I can pick up on the wonderful smell of crystalline. “A disappointing answer is in tow for you so I’ll spare you the sob story of my non-existent social life- I can suppose that your time has been spent more…astutely?” I let the tiny beginnings of a smile pinch up the side of my lips. He’s too clean to have been anywhere but out of something juicy. Thank goodness for him, I’m not one for gossip. Speaking of tittle-tattles… where the hell is Fenrir? My gaze breaks that of Niko’s and I look around for the familiar form of my elder brother. Dumbass… doesn’t he know that even if father disappeared from Malignant with a pregnant bitch left behind, he still was expected to show up? A huffed out sigh escapes my mug and I roll my shoulder back, knowing that it’s approaching the time where I challenge my brother for dominance of our race. Our father is a well known slaughterer and Fenrir has always been a favorite. Now that we are young adults, I think I should have the power to put myself on top. Then it’s up to finding the other bastard children and teaching them just who the hell is number one bitch of their blood relatives. Surprising, isn’t it? To find that an easy-going lady like myself wants nothing other than to be an arc angel with a reaper emblem on her job application. Not that it mattered… Fenrir would be enough. But it wouldn’t mean a damn thing to the members of this pack… it would only be self satisfaction in work there. I look back to Nikandros to see if he is willing to tell me the reason why his fur is so freaking clean- I won’t poke if he is not for sharing it, but I will listen should he wish to give me a little insight. Either way, I honestly don’t care. Young Adult || Valkyrie || Malignant Felicity || Sister to Fenrir || Loveless |
Replies:
- In The Dead Of Night - By Calypso July 26, 2012 at 07:54:43 PM
[insanity is only a narrow bridge] - By Samus Aran July 26, 2012 at 10:38:07 PM
GASOLINE CAN BURN THAT TOO - By DA KURLZZ July 27, 2012 at 11:59:55 PM
If you need a bad bitchlet me call a f e w - By Queens July 29, 2012 at 10:25:10 AM
.sweet lies. - By vingi July 30, 2012 at 01:47:53 PM
&& i still believe that i cannot be saved - By Devil May Cry July 30, 2012 at 03:51:31 PM
In The Dead Of Night - By Calypso July 30, 2012 at 11:18:34 PM
If you go out in the woods today - By Arcadian* Kazier July 31, 2012 at 07:33:07 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS July 31, 2012 at 11:16:53 PM
Tattered Swan - By Cygnus August 3, 2012 at 08:10:34 PM
dark prince - By Fenrir August 3, 2012 at 08:18:19 PM
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