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 May 14, 2013 at 11:06:48 PM by Arcadian
Arcadian shakes his head at Niko’s words, as if the idea of his son having any clue of Arcadians past amused him, but wasn’t possible. Truthfully, the young varg in front of him had not been alive long enough to know even half his history and that was considering the brute had met someone from Arcadians homeland. It was understandable the brute should have questions about his parentage and what that meant. Arcadian wasn’t a liar, it was simply that his children had never grown pair and asked who or where he came from. The ivory wolf reacted split seconds after Niko lunged for him, instead of avoiding the lunge, he lunged head on for the brute, mirroring his angle, but judging wrongly about how high the brute could aim. He thought Niko may have gone for a throat shot or an ear, but the brute seemed to stay collected and aim for the best targets he could. Arcadian knew it was already too late as the brute collided into his chest, sinking teeth into his flesh enough to pierce the raw hide. Arcadian groaned as the force knocked the wind out of him and he landed flat on his back with his eyes narrowed. He clenched and jaw and murmured something almost whisper like.
I…..yield.
It wasn’t that it hurt the vargs pride to yield, their spar had taught him and Niko something about each other, but Arc would never back down from a real fight, he relished the chance to spill some blood and thought he had held back rather well only bruising Niko a little. After all, Queens would rip off his head and use it as a pretty little hat if he dared to mark one of her little princes, even though he was technically the boys’ sire. Arcadian took about ten seconds to let air leak back into his lungs before coughing a couple of times and rolling onto his stomach. It was clear his son had won…today. Arcadian made a mental note that Niko should lose the next fight. Arcadian clenched his jaws as he rose on a sore body and quickly changed his mind and moved into a sitting position as it allowed his to relax his chest muscles, which were on fire right now. It was probably disappointing to Niko that that spar ended so suddenly, but Arcadian didn’t want anything to get out of hand. His features relaxed and apart from the slight tinge of crimson to a couple of spots in his coat.
To clarify Niko, I know most of my children very well. It is unfortunate I can’t say the same for the ones in this pack, but I’m here if you have any questions…about anything. I won’t lie to you.
From any other father it might have sounded a lot more supportive and loving, but Arcadian spoke about being there for his son like it was a duty, not his will. True, if he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be, but the ivory, ebony striped bandit knew that someone should keep an eye on the pack while Queens was busy nursing her latest batch of troublemakers. Kershov had sired them and Arcadian only felt a slight curiosity about how the pups would turn out. The two bloodlines were strong, but would that make even stronger wolves. In Arcadians experience, usually, but not always. Queens wouldn’t accept throwbacks in Felicity and weak pups wouldn’t live past a few days and rightly so, that was the way nature intended it to be. Arcadian sat, waiting for a response from his son, who has seemed to inherit only benefits from the bloodlines that ran through his veins. Arcadian was curious about his love interest, but wouldn’t pry, although the girl herself seemed…interesting?
[OOC: Sorry its taken me forever and a day to reply! My muse is much better now!]
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