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 February 24, 2013 at 07:27:48 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… It is a testament to her respect that Carnival does not greatly outstrip her superior as he melds into the darkness thickening at the edges of his homeland, softening it. Does it welcome her too? Is this lack of ceremony merely Hell folding in its arms an old friend? She tosses her head with a proud little smile, and slides after him with measured steps, at once serious and desperately excited. What a strange and many-faceted land this is…the farther they walk the more the shadows dance, a moon dance. He is not a poser. Look at him, his handsome ebony shattered by shards of moonlight and natural among shades of green and gray. Watch, how his eyes gleam and his fangs flash, and when they do so simultaneously, feel the heart beat harder in the company of such feral abandon. There is a part of her that wants to see him unlock that side of himself, wants to see the Devil out throwing around his playthings with that silly little smirk still besmirching his maw. It’s held inside that gaze though, that stately head, that cunning mind. Tempting it out, just for the sake of the good old days, could take a while. Maybe even a lifetime… Were killing of the body and soul the same thing? She floats closer to him, and indeed it feels like floating on this black abyss that does not yield like a normal forest floor, but is slick with dew heralding a fast-approaching dawn. “She’s a beauty. But surely you know her…pleasure spots,” Carn breathed as his side. Was she asking for a tour of the most coveted areas of the terra? Maybe… There are more scents the deeper they tread than on the border. They are a solitary pack, this one, even though Queens’s perfume has long made its home at the Quarrels Clearing, nearly so long as to be permanent. It doesn’t feel like home, not yet. But while some are fresh and some are old, she is more than prepared to meet all of them. Just look at her guide, how his eyes gleam and his fangs flash. Who dared fuck with that? |
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