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 14, 2013 at 01:54:18 AM by kohaku

Midmorning brought the sunshine to a halt with an overcast sky as Kohaku crossed back into the borders. Malignant Felicity, to her, was more of a resting place than it was a tightly bonded pack. Well, for her at least. The pale femme was sure that the others, all those tightly knit vargs who were magically related to one another in some way or another had a more tight circle than she could ever hope to be a part of. No, she didn't want to be constrained to a loop like that. Wise golden suns stole into the undergrowth as her nares caught onto an unfamiliar stench. What made her grow rigid was not the fact that it was a new perfume-- but that it was not in Malignant's borders at all. It held no trace of the Felicitians musk and was completely and utterly raw with the fucking disgusting smell of a loner. Inside the damn territory. Kohaku flicked her tassel angrily and stalked off in that direction, pissed. It didn't help that she was going through yet another heat cycle as well. This was why she had been staying to herself as of late. With her female hormones surging there was no way in the nine hells she was going to let her pheromones do the talking between her and Nikandros, for he was all she ever talked to these days; if she even spoke at all. And frankly, her tongue had loosened quite a lot around him. She hated that. She hated that he had managed to demolish a few of her walls to keep others out of her head. Out of her personal space. Out of her life entirely. As the white lass came into sight of the loner, she curled her lip distastefully. What a bitch.

Kohaku now moved in her direction quickly, subtly, and effectively. As she came up from behind her, she angled herself just outside the peripheral vision of the wanderer. Her shoulder rammed into the larger femmes with a force that would surely send the woman to the ground. Though Koh was smaller than a full-grown adult female varg due to the blood that ran through her mother's side, that did not mean that she was any less skilled at fighting, or in this case warning others to get the hell away. "I'm not in the mood to deal with freaks who run around like they own the place." She spoke calmly, slitting her snake-like portals as she glared at the other valkyrie. "So get back to the other side of the territory before I count to ten." Kohaku's orange circle on her dial lifted as she motioned with her nape just where she wanted the lady to go. "One."



ooc: o-o i dont think ive ever written a pissed kohaku before. hahaha

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