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 27, 2013 at 08:52:04 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… Hyenas in her brain, and they were laughing at her, and with her, and as her. Their small beady eyes stared from her corneas, and their balding heads grew jealous, oh wildly jealous, as they lost possession of their puppet to the big boy in the black suit. They pulled at the corners of her mouth, offering ugly and gruesome grins that Carnival could not help morphing, with the quiet intelligence of the high-minded, into power plays, each and every one. They were losing her. They laughed harder and she laughed harder. But he did not run as the others did. He stayed, and quiet ambition gleamed from his eyes. They knew it was not self-ambition. Look at him; he’d already broken through the glass ceiling of his potential. No, his glowing eyes were ignition to Carn’s whispery flame. And the hyenas how they grew; quite jealous, and oh, wildly angry. Her head hurt, but it was not debilitating pain. Perhaps it was the intensity, the strenuous activity of socialite affairs that manifested itself in the throbbing tendrils creeping from the base of her neck. Her heart thrummed the more he drew himself up. Masculinity fit him well, and she looked forward to seeing where they might go, be it as allies, pack mates, or friends, despite the sharp and insistent pain in her neck that fogged the clarity of her thoughts. A date? My, how the play on words grew cleverer still, and ever more taunting. She loved his well versed speech, and wondered as to its origins, and what in his upbringing might have mandated this skill of him. “I daresay we will meet sooner. Whatever is in our path then will have to be our victim.” Hell, she loved a spin of the roulette wheel. It was hard to focus, but there was that sliver of fang stuck out of his lip again, the contrasting effect menacing and comedic with the spin his words put on the show of his dagger. He made threats to dirt. They’d had a whole conversation threatening, and planning the demise of, dirt. Hah! What had become of her, why did it feel so freeing? The sky was black and the leaves were green, but in the moonlight they were pewter and chilled to the touch. Where is your cold heart now? She had thought of dirt. She had talked of dirt. Dirt had been her friend. Hadn’t it? Who was her friend? His eyes moved. They moved! A flash. Carn knew that flash. The dare in it steadied her. Another test, pushed towards her by the prompt in his raised brows, the unspoken questions and endless observations in his skull. She mused, “The fun was never in the taking of a life, and I don’t seek to find that aspect of killing.” She knew it didn’t answer his question, and dug harder, deeper, for some satisfactory way to tell him, No, I haven’t left those days behind, because they are my days, they follow and create my paw steps. I do not know what it is to settle, and hope to never have to. And hey, I never say no to a party invitation and ended up settling for a calm, “Settling is for the weak or the elderly. But I don’t get invited to the party…I invite others.” Her lip curved. “A list that won’t include you if I never learn your name.” She didn’t know how it’d been possible to have a real conversation for so long with a wolf who was essentially still a stranger despite the intimate details they’d shared, except that it was natural. In all her life she’d known five names, and three of them had been her own. |
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- && you remind me of what i really am - By Devil May Cry January 29, 2013 at 04:29:19 AM
LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL January 31, 2013 at 03:15:35 AM
&& you remind me of what i really am - By Devil May Cry January 31, 2013 at 11:23:27 PM
LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL February 24, 2013 at 07:27:48 AM
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