<small>STRONGER</small>

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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STRONGER
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Posted on April 17, 2013 at 04:42:14 AM by kohaku

The lyrics that spilled from the vampress's larynx were useless and empty. The miss did not acknowledge that they had even been spoken at all in the first place. Words in anger are often devoid of meaning and they are worth nothing at all. One minute the trespasser was facing her with her tail arched over her back like some prissy ass alley cat and the she was a mere blur in the foreground. A quick half smack to the chin caught Koh unawares and she snarled hastily in reply. The femme did not however, send her razors flying, for the chain of events had chased her feelings of security and state of mind away from the field entirely. So she went prancing backwards, giving the two some room. Kazier's arrival had been dramatic and unexpected. She should have at least scented his arrival. The pallid femmes lack of attention to detail when pushing the queen back was somewhat natural for her. Kohaku had been focused in on the moment, her back exposed to danger should it have been lurking behind her. She had not been paying as much attention as she should have. This was a recurring theme for the last few days-- weeks now... Perhaps even a month or two. Her rendezvous with one of the princes of Malignant had refreshed this off balance of her mental stability. Her ongoing hormones did not help in the matter.

The she wolf slitted her portals in annoyance at herself; why was he always there at her worst moments? It made her feel uncomfortable; it made her feel needy. But most of all, it made the transcendentalist angry beyond compare. No wait. That was the girl stuff. Nevertheless, she pricked her flattened listeners slightly as the male spoke. Her own words had gone silent. Golden suns stayed nonchalant, emotionless as they had been when she first found the fae wandering like a mongrel and her tassel flicked through the atmosphere once more in a sign of distaste. "As if I care what she calls me." She rasped, noting the femmes exposed throat. "Come to save the day?" her sarcasm was heavy now. too much time around Nikandros and one could really begin to think in a harsh sort of way. This one had no right to even know her dubbed title, much less the sound of her voice. Whenever Kohaku was here she was either alone or in the midst of an altercation. Wonderful life. Her chin stung from where the dame had nicked her just enough on the chin to drag two thin lines of blood on the jutted bone. She was inclined to turn her head away. Kohaku had only killed another wolf once and that was pure chance. The shot had landed in the right area and the artery had ruptured, sending blood flying from the demons mouth. A murderer of her mother of course. This had become Kazier's judgment session. He was the one weighing the foreigners heart now on a scale. She doubted his seas as lenient as hers was. Kohaku's opinion on the matter now hardly mattered at all. She fleetingly observed that the flame and ash prince was prepared to attack and her hackles lowered. I didn't even get to finish counting, her thoughts pouted. What a waste of time and effort. With another reminder that she was still in the last days of her heat cycle, she stepped backwards, away from the opposite gender. If it had just been the other female, Kohaku would have had no problem being a bitch aloud. But in the presence of a soldier, especially that of 'royal' blood? She preferred to stay quiet and to herself. What a lovely day.

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Hurricane - By BoogietheKing April 17, 2013 at 02:46:36 PM
If you go out in the woods today - By Kazier May 14, 2013 at 05:02:25 AM

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