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 November 18, 2012 at 06:35:35 AM by Queens/Minaj
 I didn’t wait for him to acknowledge me but I just went forward, heading towards the border and I simply crossed it. I knew Kershov would be following me because his interest would be peaked enough to follow to find out what I had to tell him. I slowly moved out of the forest lines of Abendrot and worked my way further south. The sweet smell of fresh water trickled through the air, sticking to our coats. Don’t linger to far behind m’love. I wouldn’t want a hell hound to snag at your pretty face.. I giggled slightly at my remark as I turned my crown back to face him. My facial features light and carefree. I swiftly ducked behind a tree and curled my body against it like that of a feline, rubbing my scent all along the chocolate bark. You know it isn’t a legend. I’ve seen them…they like to roam this part of Blossom….thats why only the bravest wolves come this way… My green lush grass beneath our paws slowly fading, it was being snuffed out by the harsh thick emerald moss. This was home to me, this was natural. The feeling of humid air and the feeling of thickness beneath my paws. It didn’t take long as all before the sweet smells of Malignant where brushing against my nose and coat. The familiar feeling of home was comforting to me, knowing where I was going I would be safe….by my own army…my soldiers. I glanced back at Kershov and smiled, letting him know there was no need for alarm. As we approached the borders, we came to the most northern point of Malignant’s territory and the sweet smell of death lingered strongly now. You know, to me there is nothing more comforting to me than the smell of rotting corpses. I stopped right at the border and turned to look at him. My lyrics were as normal as they could be as I stared at him with burning ambers flaked with maple. Of course the border was very faintly marked with no other scent than my own. I glanced over to our left and gave a soft ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound and a slight pout on my lips. You know, he begged for me not to rip his throat out. Too bad I was in a mood that day, and nothing settles me better than the taste of that salty crimson. When I glanced back at him my pools were now deeper, darker. I smiled sweetly at him. Kershov knew I was not just your average jane doe running around birthing his pups. He had known this all along that something was different about me. Truth be hold I was about to let him in on my secret. Do you know where we are m’king? What this place is? I cocked my head to the side slightly as I glanced around. The trees here we wrapped with moss and were large red oaks. They towered towards the sky and the roots sprung randomly from the earth. It was warm and the song of the waterfalls could be heard not far from here. I picked my paw up slowly and drug it across the moist mossy covered earth. I glanced back up at Kershov with burning ambers. This was the moment I had been waiting on, and this would be the first way to gage how this conversation would go. If I stepped back two paces I would be behind my barrier but I really wanted to speak with him first on the neutral grounds outside of the packlands and then hopefully invite him in. Yet the future was very grey from this point on until I seen how he reacted to being so close to a pack he had never visited and as far as I knew, he knew very little bout. |
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- FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV November 21, 2012 at 03:47:24 PM
II feel so close to you right now - By Queens November 22, 2012 at 09:19:51 AM
your demise. your end. your wrongs. - By Arcadian November 28, 2012 at 07:58:12 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV December 1, 2012 at 03:31:25 PM
Fire in the water - By Queens December 2, 2012 at 05:36:09 AM
don't expect roses on your gravesite - By Arcadian December 2, 2012 at 09:23:42 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV December 6, 2012 at 03:14:33 AM
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