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 7, 2013 at 08:34:39 AM by Arcadian
Paw steps alerted Arc to a newcomer and he craned his head around when his nose let him know it was Niko. Kaizer seemed to get along with this particular son of his rather well, another crimson and red brute, Arcadian wondered if all but naught of his genetics were killed off in Queen’s body. All his 'shared' children seemed to possess the Demonican coloring, where as his home pack was made of mostly white or crème wolves. He rolled onto his side and then swiftly onto his feet, inclining his head and then stretching his spine out and feeling the muscles stretch and pop from his phalanges to his vertebrae. He gave the young brujo a relaxed smile and quipped equally back at him, in his deep, leathery voice
Why? You offering?
Fangs exposed, as his smile grew wider while a singular brow plucked itself upwards. Arcadian chuffed and let his rump meet the ground, eyes studying the wolf that used to be a pup not so long ago. Arcadian knew there was a good chance his children felt neglected, hell, he did seem to pick Kaizer as a favorite and then leave Queens to raise them, but they never would truly want to hear the truth and Arc doubted he’d ever tell them. Sometimes the truth was not the best thing for this world. Niko was an impressive specimen with bright eyes that would surely pierce through the darkest night. Arcadians orbs shared the same vibrancy, however they were a vivid, almost glossy green. Arcadian finished his observations and spoke out once more, his voice almost sounding tired.
Surely a young thing like you can’t be bored. Where’s your girlfriend?
Arcadian was bored, but he saw an opportunity growing, perhaps if he pissed off Niko enough, he could get a good fight out of his son with some prompting. Arcadian stood and flexed himself on his paws. The brute should have a good fighting base, but Arcadian couldn’t help but be overly curious about what he’d learned in his younger years.
Want to see if your more Demonican than Sire?
Arcadian’s posture took on a defensive likeness as he spread his weight evenly over his four limbs, he usually wouldn’t stay still, but he wanted a clear eye at the young wolf’s charge and his style. Sire was Arcadians homeland, but since his pack was so large and even possessed sub-packs (something not heard of in blossom) they’d only ever been called by the name of the land. Sire wolves were conquers and some did not suit the drilled lifestyle, every brute was taught from a pup until 3 years of age at the art of stealth, killing and above all, conquering others. Tactics and battle plans were daily reminders of their jobs, while the faes were for breeding and for hunting. They were an integral part of the pack and were defended due to their lives depended on the constant large supply of meat. Their hunting grounds expanded hundreds and miles in each direction and no species was left untouched to feed the roving army that he was once a part of. Arcadian let a small rumble roll out of his throat, telling shis son to hurry up and get on with it if he hadn’t already started his charge.
Timing is everything. Balance is a must. Light as air. Powerful as the hurricane.
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