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 31, 2012 at 10:04:41 PM by Kohaku
 Koh had grown up quite splendidly. Her broad shoulders had been slenderized by her now lady-like figure, and she had gotten taller, though not by much, finally fitting into her large paws. Her mother’s figure and height was what she had gained… petite, and yet somehow effective when used to its highest potential. A weapon… hidden underneath the cloak of an angel. Surely even Nikandros knew that now. Her hunt with him had been quite the spectacle. Having no sense of self-preservation at all, Kohaku had let herself go all out. Gone was her wise-like behavior and her quiet, shy mannerisms. When on a Putnar, the girl vibrated with anticipation at dancing in a field of blood. She looked forward to the crimson splattered on the ground, and she shuddered with excitement when she pictured digging her pearly incisors into a throat… Now that that was over, however, she felt more obliged to start becoming active again in pack life. She’d only gone to one or two pack meetings, and she wasn’t quite sure that her actions at either one were good placers to show that she was worth the accepting into the family. Her father had gotten pissed when she had gone to the last one… and he had very nearly taken a chunk out of her flesh. If Fenrir, her brother, and Kaizer, Nikandros’ sibling, had not jumped in for her, she surely would have a nice scar below her jawbone, on her nape to thank him for. Alas, she was not afraid to be injured by the demon. It showed that she had grown when she did not fire back at him with hateful words or raised hackles. With all that drama, surely her Queen thought more lowly of her… Kohaku bit her lip. She respected the beautiful regal. And she knew that if she was able to go into conversation with her, she would be able to pick up more than just a few things from her. More than her brother would, at least. The white vampress still had yet to find her brother so that she could challenge him to a duel. Because he was a few minutes older than her, their father had favored him over her. He was larger than her, stronger, more sinister looking and he had the mindset of a bloodsucker… but Kohaku was planning on switching that title to herself. Pale white pillars raced over the darkened terra as the faerie scented a newcomer’s stench on the borders. Queens had returned once again, and at the moment, she was somewhere that Koh had been travelling towards… however, about halfway there, the musk of a gargoyle ran through her senses and she turned to the left, running towards the borders at a relaxed jog. The orange splotch in the middle of her forehead bobbed up and down despite the dark of the night, becoming visible in certain parts of the foliage and then disappearing again without a trace. Her audettes lowered against her cranial, and her golden suns illuminated the path she was taking. Stepping gracefully over tree roots and dodging a few low branches connected near to the bases of the trees, the opera appeared before the newcomer with a sense of elegance. She slid out of the undergrowth easily, as a snake would its hole in the ground, and she slowed to a walk, pulling herself to a stop a few feet before she reached him. “Yes, yes, I can hear you…” She breathed this as she came to that stop, her face devoid of emotion. Her tassel flicked dangerously behind her, and although she was of the softer kind that roamed Malignant, it was not very easy to tell that she wasn’t the angel she made herself out to be. “I would have found you by your bloody stench if nothing else…. State your name, stranger, and get low to the ground. Wouldn’t want our Queen walking in and you not ready to bask in her presence.” Her words were soft, honeyed and sweet-sounding… Yellow orbs blinked dangerously, a threat it would seem, reflecting in her pools to suggest that he would not be in one piece if he decided to offend her. Koh held no rank. The male, really, did not have to follow her suggestion, as it was just that and nothing else. However, it would be best to do so, just to prepare him for Queens’ arrival. word count: 742 |
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- To Far Gone - By Ryan November 2, 2012 at 03:12:53 AM
R E S E T - By Kohaku November 8, 2012 at 11:03:53 PM
To Far Gone - By Ryan November 10, 2012 at 03:20:25 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS November 16, 2012 at 02:29:43 AM
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