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 31, 2013 at 03:15:35 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… In all her life she’d known five names, and three of them had been her own. The fourth was, of course, her mother’s title, Tialan. Carnival loved the simplicity of the name, the way the harsh sounds bit against her tongue, and these sounds that demanded attention, even in the dark…especially in the dark. There was power in a name, domination, sure, but also the rights of familiarity. Pardon, if you will, for the sinner who could look her master in the face and call him by his name. In all her life Carn’d known five names, the fifth of which belonged to Queens. It had meant a lot to her, this bargaining for the last name. Did she seduce for pleasure? Certainly not; there were far more ways for a female wolf to enjoy her power than over the opposite sex. She seduced him as the means to an end. A less than delightful fur ball, coughing and wretched in his sunken layers of fur, who held the knowledge of jewels in his teeth, a tease in his own right. Was he still bleeding? All his words, sinking into the dirt? That was how she would kill dirt. She’d drown it in blood. He tilted his head, and she thought it a sweet look on him, despite the misgivings it gave her to feel the apprehension, the confusion, in his movement. Was he so simple-minded, so ignorant, as to believe that death was a game? She felt him watching her, but offered no explanation. It was deep into the morning now, and so black, though it seemed like no time had passed at all. He was still new to her, a blank slate to be filled in with more, more sly smiles, slight grimaces, and nostalgic remembrances. Would he respect that he still knew so little of her; that she too would fill in her blank slate, should she stay? Her silence was a reflection on her character, be it positive or negative, it felt thick in her chest, justified with memories. His masculine laughter sent thrills through her muscles and her audits twitched with the pleasure of the sound. She traced his back-and-forth motion with a bemused grin, and couldn’t help the laughter that sprang from her at her own foolishness. “Ah, I should have known.” Devil continued, and as he did the encounter became surreal, a plane of imagination and reality that did not know whether the leaves that brushed her shoulders were real, or knives concealed on a dimension teetering just above hell. She felt the heat, but suddenly the chill he spoke of was inside her, icing her lungs, locking her muscles. “You with your coy words and your threats. If the Devil you were not born, the Devil you have become.” If she had used mail she would have returned the joke. But her invitation was a bloody fang at his ear and laughter on her lips; she was positive he’d know it when it came. Her excitement built as he continued and she shook out her fur once more to relax her muscles. “Now there’s an invitation I don’t dare refuse.” She slid towards him, ready to follow, but unwilling to step over the borders until he too, had melted into the shadows of his homeland. He was the Devil, and this was her hell. Excitement flushed her face, barely contained. Her head hurt. |
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- && 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