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 August 8, 2012 at 09:31:09 PM by Kohaku
 Another daring look was sent my way by the coal and crimson demon. But I chose to act as if I had not seen it at all. You would think that, growing up with a brother... Then being introduced and brought into the structure of a pack that had heavy male numbers- I would understand he masculine ways with ease by now. This was not the case. I hardly understood half he stuff that was going on around me. From Queens suggestion, her son had taken an interest in me. My venemous optics flick back up to the oceans of the double colored boy beside me and I can only guess who the hell she's talking about. I shot an instant look his way that obviously pushed "oh please" to the max after Nikandros had quiestioned if I was waiting for a hot date. My dial turned back to face queens as my voice lowered to a whisper in response to his request earlier. Queens obviously wasn't going to let any of the young adults off her radar as last pack hunt had been cancelled. "actually- yes. That is... If he can get us both he and i out of here without any trouble." Sharp golden suns narrow as a cloud passes from its place over the summer sun. "he did, after all, propose a very tempting activity." My bells flicked forth and the dial turned towards him yet again as Da Kurlzz snuck in, greeting Samus with some sort of... I don't even know. The vocal chords within my larynx strummed higher than the whisper before. "Dont take that the wrong way Nikandros. Dinner. That is all. When?" an ivory sword cut behind me. I barely had time to play his little games. But I had been yearning at heart for a good chase and he just so happened to be the one to provide a hunt... Queens input was not desired. She would shoot us down if she discovered we were to leave and go off... Then again- it was Nikandros. She probably expected something else... A familiar face slid in and my hackles bristled. Fenrir sent me a look and I returned it with that of a warrior, raising my dial with a notion of power and dominance. We needed to talk... Actually no-we needed a fight. Sooner than later. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat and watched as he tempted the regal with news of another pack. He's doing it again... Kissing ass.. Two more found their way in and I played with he idea hat Nikandros was watching me. By the tension in he atmosphere, it was indeed he who had his eye on me as a prize. My golden suns caught Da Kurlzz looking our direction and I returned his eye-roll with a dashing smile though for anyone sitting close by, it would be quite obvious that my hackles were prickling. What an asswipe. He who was kissing up to Samus Aran, a ntoed bounty hunter, was jealous of my fucking charm. Not that I had any, but it certainly made me feel that much better that he would grace me with such a stupid look. Only the smelliest of the asswipes care to make their hatred visible to the public. Jerk... First off, we weren't that loud.Secondly, I am in no way a whore. Whatever reasoning he has behind his little eye roll... it sends me on edge, but needless to say, I shouldn't care. I don't know him. He certainly doesn't know me. And I could care less if a wonderful bolt of lightening struck him on the spot. Moving my attention away and relaxing the fake smile on my palette, I turn back to where my brother is still at Queens feet, teasing her with the idea that he has quite the information on this ice man... Ker...shove? Whatever. Don't know him. Don't care. I wait for Fenrir to make his way back over here so I can speak with him... a slight huff of air signifies that I'm hoping he'll sit between Nikandros and I. Not that I don't mind the attention... but it's a bit... overwhelming. Oh the joys of adulthood. Young Adult || Valkyrie || Malignant Felicity || Sister to Fenrir || Loveless |
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