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.
IP: 12.231.36.2
Posted on April 17, 2013 at 00:14:31 AM by NIKANDROS
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Arcadian surprises me by holding his ground instead of trying to get out of the way. Does he want a puncture or two? I don't stop to think about it, wrapping my legs around him, my teeth sinking into his neck and I can't help the triumphant thought that reaches my mind. First blood goes to me. As I pull away, I wait for Arcadian to make a move but he pauses before lifting his rear end right off the ground. I wonder if he's going to try to buck me the rest of the way off of him but instead his rear end keeps going up and then over. My eyes widen as I try to let go faster but my front shoulders remain in the way as he finishes flipping over on his back. I cringe and snarl in pain as he slams onto my shoulders, jolting the bones and bruising the muscles no doubt. Immediately I try to get back up, shoving my full weight up into the wolf on top of me. Luckily Arcadian doesn't try to pin me long, rolling over and getting to his feet where he then starts to circle me. My eyes watch him like a hawk now, lips curled back as I roll my shoulders one at a time upon standing up, feeling them up and finding them sore and a little stiff now. My eyes narrow. Low blow. I stiffen as he starts lunging, my body language daring him to make a hit since I'm in ready mode now, jaws ready and waiting. Instead he does a lot of bluffs at first, snapping the air and at one point he spins his hind end toward me but I remain where I am. I don't want a bite at his flanks. I know where the real points are. Like I said, I picked up a few pointers and flanks are not where it's at. All that's back there is meat. The only live points are the legs if you want to cripple or mangle and the tail if you want to hurt their ego. No, I want good hits, something to show him I could win a fight if I put my mind to it. Even though we're strangers, I still want to impress this wolf. He seems to be waiting for me to lunge in at his open flanks but I hold my ground and finally he comes back around to face me, his eyes cold. His words are cruel but I brush it off with a smirk, eyes glinting devilishly. If that's what you define as a hug, then no wonder you're a stranger to most of your children. I was never taught to "cuddle." I was taught to kill. The words curled off my tongue in a tone to match his own, cruel and distant as if we hate each other's guts. Of course, I don't hate Arcadian, but he doesn't have to know that. He did after all, give me life. Who knows how I would have turned out if only Sidorio had sired me. I launch at him again, diving low this time, ducking my head and flattening my ears to make them less of a target. Figuring he might try to defend himself, I throw in a cheap shot, waiting till my head is right under his before jerking it up sharply, hoping to connect the top of my skull with the bottom of his jaw if he tries to low his mouth to bite at me. This will jolt him a little, giving me time to angle my jaws to grab at the area where his chest meets his shoulder. There's a bone here and it's easier to grasp than the center of the chest where it sinks in and is flat. Here on the edge, I can dig in and really make a mark since he'll feel it every time he walks. My jaws part and I dig in deep this time but still leaving just a clean puncture if I do make my mark. I don't want to ravage Arcadian, I just want to show him I'm not a lost cause. I jump back after, angling my body away from him so it makes it harder for him to come at me while I'm retreating. See? I know a thing or two. I watch him as I start pacing again, trying to ignore the jabs of pain in my shoulders as the bruises start to tell on me. Nikandros_male_adult_no mate_brother to Leonidas, Kaizer, Ariston & Nyrobi_Queens x Arcadian x Sidorio _prince of Malignant Felicity |
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- from heaven comes more than angels - By Arcadian May 14, 2013 at 11:06:48 PM
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from heaven comes more than angels - By Arcadian May 23, 2013 at 01:24:07 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS June 3, 2013 at 01:45:39 AM
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