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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EMPEROR OF DEATH
IP: 119.224.100.67
Posted on May 19, 2013 at 01:50:28 AM by Kazier



The sounds of ribs breaking was not an unfamiliar sound to the brute, for his had been broken time and time again, fracturing and then fusing, knotting the muscles if he didn’t stretch properly every morning and night. He watched, utterly fascinated, but not showing much interest on his externals. He truly didn’t think this withdrawn healer type had the will to kill another, but with one blow she had destroyed the ribs and heart o the fae, caving in her chest to leave the fae to drown on her own blood, but mostly likely she bled out before that could even happen. Kaizer pricked his ears as they had flattened and listened to her words. He didn’t know what to say, and then she mentioned she wasn’t okay. Kaizer’s eyes widened to hear such pure truth from such an unlikely source. Not that Kohaku was a liar, but she wasn’t exactly his definition of social.

All is forgiven. I won’t ask you to kill again if you don’t want to. Why aren’t you okay? What is wrong? You don’t have to tell me, but I’ve been told I’m a good listener…well okay, that’s a lie, but I’ll do my best.

Kaizer’s mind flashed with an image of a enraged father and his tail whipped the empty air at the thought of a father taking advantage of his daughter and beating her like he did. He flashed her a smile, and beckoned her.

Walk with me a while, its good to clear your head.

He started walking slowly and would look over his shoulder and possibly go get her if she wasn’t already following. Then she surprised him. Who are you, Kaizer? His pace slowed as he contemplated the question, but his lyrics came forth soon enough.

Good question. Literally, I am the son of Queens and Arcadian…and Sidorio I guess. I left with my father as a pup and returned as an adult, I was trained ruthlessly day and night and it nearly killed me. In truth, I feel like I don’t know who I am…son or soldier. My name given to me means Emperor…and I’m certainly not that either. Who am I…I have no idea. I guess we share that notion.

He smiled at her, turning to look at her as they walked. He saw why his brother liked this pretty, little quiet fae so much. She was intelligent and deep down, kind hearted. Kaizer knew that he was simply a tool, another generated pup in a web of bloodlines.
No doubt, his mother was currently nursing the newest batch, which he referred to as ‘The Plan’.

[OOC: I REALLY REALLY enjoyed that post! Thanks :)]




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