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 19, 2013 at 01:10:53 AM by Arcadian
A large ivory and black figured moved silently through the forest like a mournful ghost. His vibrant green snake eyes jolted as a sudden giggle pierced the ambience of Malignant. Arcadian plastered on a Chester cat smile and turned towards the sound. He heard words, small and girlish vocals rebelling and leaving the den area. He frowned slightly, scenting for Queens. Perhaps she was tired of confining her children finally. Arcadian let a shrug roll off his shoulders and turned to walk away and then stopped. A few silent seconds passed before a sign rolled out of his chest and he turned and trotted quickly towards the new pups scent. He appeared before her, and looked about before addressing the pup.
Its not safe to run off, little one.
He was curious to see how the pup reacted and was not surprised to see the Kershov shone through in at least as much as looks. He saw Queens in the pup too, but this pup seemed more white brave than dark seductress at the moment. Arcadian kept his wits about him, not wanting to be surprised by angry, hormonal queens. They hadn’t had the most pleasant back and forth and Arcadian regretted trying to protect her when he knew she didn’t need it. He held back another sigh and hoped sooner or later Queens would soon her face, perhaps when she noticed a pup missing. Arcadian chuckled and spoke again after the pup had had time to respond.
….but I don’t blame you. There’s only so much you can do in a hole in the ground. Where are my manners? I'm Arcadian...a...friend....of your mothers. What is your name?
[OOC: Shitty post. I know. It’ll get better.]
Replies:
- .:.love is m a d n e s s.:. - By k i r a s t a s i a May 20, 2013 at 03:32:42 PM
singing my life with his words - By Arcadian May 26, 2013 at 03:16:11 AM