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 April 3, 2013 at 01:52:49 AM by Arcadian
The ivory vampire with the thick stripe down his spine walked quietly along the border, marking a tree here and there, uprooting small saplings and keeping the border fresh with a dead idiot or two that he found along the way. Arc wasn’t in the best mood, but was looking for company, generally a bad combination, however, he was in a bad mood because he was bored and surely some lovely company or maybe three would fix such broken feelings. The ivory giant turned inward after doing a lap of the terra that had killed several hours of his day. It was worth it since Queen’s still had vulnerable pups and Kershov may just have plans to remove them to make their forced alliance insecure.
The alabaster gangster could smell Kaizer’s scent entwined with his mother’s and allowed he a small smile. At least they got on. Arcadian paused his wolf trot to listen and then continued into the pack, headed for a small glade with a couple of willows- not the ones Queen’s always favorited, hers were mature willows, giving thick private curtains, his provided shade and little discretion.
Arcadian scratched an itch and then focused his attention on the willow. Claws suddenly struck out, slicing through the brown outer bark exposing the fresh green of life inside, claws struck again, exposing a more off white color showing the bones of the tree. Arcadian watched the pathetically small amount of sap run down the cracks of his new marks and suddenly wished for a jugular to open.
He closed his eyes and wondered about finding some Abendrot bitches for a good time, apparently Kershov kept a nice line of faes and surely he wouldn’t mind sharing his soldiers out for a bit of satisfaction. Arcadian sat, then rolled onto his back, enjoying the cool earth pressing against his spine and the slight rattle of the willow fronds in the breeze.
[OOC: Literally anyone within the pack respond, I’m bursting with muse.]
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