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 January 10, 2013 at 02:16:13 AM by CARNIVAL
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can you hear that wonderful sound? The Ferris wheel has started, now we’re stuck going round and round… The shadows dragged at her pelt, holding Carnival back from the morning as they languidly dragged her further into the depths of an impenetrable and chilly midnight. Her path was paved in darkness; she blinked and it was gone. Foliage crowded at her paws and draped itself over her pelt, hugging her slim muscles and stealing what little warmth she had been able to retain in the fleeting daylight. These lands lent themselves to a special type of wolf, one that existed and yet did not. It had blood pumping through its veins but it fought with the blood of its enemies dripping from its lips -- a ruthless and cunning existence, one both blessed and cursed. But they lived with the remorse, for remorse and the Malignant Felicity wolf were kin; they had grown up together, acknowledged each other, and ceased to affect one another. This the wolfess knew, pushing through the sour lands without a moment of impatience for the difficult, untamed terrain, or fear for the obsidian pockets nestled in every crevice between rock and tree. She looked up where she figured the moon to be, and a half-smile curved her dark lips. There was a time when nothing called to her, you see. Carnival had been born from Desolation. Nothing called to a wolf’s senses there. In her youth, there had been no such thing as a shadow. Yet now her bones, despite their youth, were weighted down with the darkness she bore on her back on this black and broken midnight. Oh the moon, be it somber, be it kind, it had called her out of Desolation. It had not led her anywhere; Carn made her own tracks. But still she felt a debt to it, its mystery, and its inherent and beautiful light that had intrigued her wasted mind. Letting out a short bark of laughter, she shook her head and preceded to weave through the terrain, head down. The moon played a dangerous game, tempting her from her isolation. Her entire body hummed with the potential that being near other wolves would ignite in her what had once given her the name Carnage. As her muscles slimmed and her head grow broader, muzzle leaner and large pup-paws better accommodated to her body, she had outgrown the impulse and the name. But it was a lit match that encountered the border that infinite and perilous midnight, which jumped a little with each second, each tick that passed, in which her heartbeat hit brutally against her chest. She had no name to give this feeling, and yet it certainly wasn’t fear. Anticipation, perhaps? Excitement? Her lips split and a low, rich hum spun from them, projected just above the volume of the forest life that did not stop for the paltry passing of its sun from its sky. It was meant to notify them a wolf laid on their borders, her back burning from laying in such a strange, foreign position, but not to send them roaring towards her. They could take her time. She’d still be here, watching closely the tree canopy above her, holding off the weight of the stars. |
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