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 October 12, 2012 at 00:40:34 AM by Arcadian
Paws thundered the earth, the male was dripping from his recent visit to the Caverns. He had tracked Queen’s scent there and then it had vanished. He almost walked into Abendrot and demanded to speak to Kershov, for his scent had tangled with hers far too intimately to be a coincidence. Don’t get him wrong, Arc wasn’t the jealous type, but if Queens didn’t return, Kershov would be the first in a long line of interrogations. Arcadian condoned, embraced even, the attitude Queens took about their ‘relationship status’, but he was here to stay. Arc returned to the pack to see if Queens had returned in his absence and a howl welcomed his ears. The harsh, blunt sound came from the Devil’s jaws himself. Arc smirked and galloped on and within a few minutes; he came across Devil May Cry, by himself standing by the alpha’s perch. Arcadian scanned the clearing, already knowing she wasn’t there. He trotted over to evil and nodded at him in greeting, letting his rump meet the ground so he faced the rest of the clearing with Devil in his peripheral vision.
Fine day to dance with the devil.
He spoke in monotones, focusing more on places to search next after this next task was over and done. Arcadian was by no stretch worried, but he was ever so curious and wanted his queen by his side once more. His stature was upright and solid as always, showing no falter. He passed his vivid emeralds over Malivia and nodded absently as he did so. His muscled bodice shifted as he scratched an itch with a hind leg, steely bands rippling under ivory pelt.
My lady. I don’t believe we’ve ever met. I’m Arcadian.
He tilted his head in curiosity, truly sick, twisted thought going through his brain. Tongue came out to wash over black lips as he thought of how he could transform this plain wolf into something truly beautiful all with a quick movement. Arcadian held back a sigh- he was bored and that usually led to something or someone dying.
Replies:
- && i still believe that i cannot be saved - By Devil May Cry October 12, 2012 at 02:28:15 AM
[insanity is only a narrow bridge] - By Samus Aran October 12, 2012 at 02:28:04 PM
&& i still believe that i cannot be saved - By Devil May Cry October 13, 2012 at 01:48:26 AM
I'll Sweep You Off Your Feet - By Zendaya October 13, 2012 at 04:13:20 AM
Pack Hunt - By Malivia October 13, 2012 at 11:16:50 PM
I'll Sweep You Off Your Feet - By Zendaya October 13, 2012 at 11:47:58 PM
.sweet lies. - By vingi October 14, 2012 at 12:59:18 PM
[banked by reason and desire] - By Samus Aran October 14, 2012 at 11:02:22 PM
&& i still believe that i cannot be saved - By Devil May Cry October 15, 2012 at 05:36:48 PM