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 23, 2013 at 01:24:07 AM by Arcadian
Hate. Probably one of the most commonly felt emotions in the world. It sounds dire to mention that we are such an anger-filled society, but you’d only have to look at the war that hate had started, the squabbles between countries, based on difference, which they do not understand, and therefore- begin to hate. Some think hate is the simplest emotion to feel, probably because it’s felt the most. Hate can be brought on by any number of things or sometimes nothing at all. Being cheated on, spat on, beat and tread upon like the sole of somebody’s tattered rubber shoe usually inspires a differing amount of this complex emotion. Some hate from anger, some hate for love and some just can’t tell why they feel like bashing their pillow in a dozen more times in the midnight hours.
Sometimes, hate can make us do things, terrible things, to the ones we love. Hate can blind us, scold our eyes like hot irons and therefore leave us blind and unfeeling to the love that people try to shove through the dark slots. Many, if not all of us, have been blinded by hate and all react in mostly the same way- to widely varying degrees. Some overreact, some don’t react at all, some are content to wait it out, and knowing the lasting burning of the hate will leave them a good lesson. Some are too quick to act, acting irrationally and fast- while they are still blinded to what caused such an emotion in the first place- this can cause a vicious cycle which in turn, will eat even itself in some sort of sick, inter-emotional cannibalism. Sometimes, it can’t be helped.
A lot of the time, hate can help us realize what we chose to ignore previously, say, that smear of lipstick on your husbands collar- which is a different color to what you wear-, or that suggestive look from your co-worker- as you both get coffee for bosses you both don’t like. So, in a way, some would say hate is useful, to a point, in moderation, as with everything else, is part of the healthy emotional diet. As all emotions, it’s likely to be overdone more times than the trainee cooking Mcnuggets. Although, hate had a dark side, an untold, but too often seen side. Hate can make you lash out, with your fist, with your tongue, with your strength and with your words. Both can hurt equally and only when we see the first leaks of tears, do we realize our emotions have gotten the better of us. So what, now, wise in the way of such complex emotions, do we do about it? We hate them. We hate ourselves and we hate that people hate us. To some, hate is a gaping pit ready to swallow us and drag us down by its powerful undertow, but to others, hate is simply another rung on their emotional ladder.
Now……….Love. Love was supposedly the polar opposite of hate, but they could equal each other in strength, tenderness and damage done by those who wield these emotions. Arcadian smiled at the dirt as his son asked him if he loved his mother. I certainly loved her, but he wasn’t asking about our hanky-panky Arcadian was silent for a short time, perhaps sixty seconds or more, then he spoke up. Honestly, he was simply wondering why Niko cared- or did he even care? Queens could take care of herself, everyone, even Arcadian now, realized that. She wasn’t looking for her white knight and Arcadian felt he’d tried too hard to fit into that role. His answer was short and clear.
To the best of my ability, yes, I do try. I wouldn’t say love is one of my strong suits. I admire your mother; she is probably the most capable fae I’ve ever laid eyes on and I plan on earning her trust back one way or another and who knows, maybe some day it will come back.
Arcadians voice rolled forth again, lyrics speaking clearly in his smoky, deep voice.
Do you love the girl?
He knew Kohaku’s name, but he’d rather not mention it for his sons sake, in case more than four ears were listening- although he highly doubted it, it wasn’t impossible and besides, Niko knew who ‘the girl’ was. While he waited for an honest answer, Arcadian cleaned the wound on his chest with his tongue. The one on his back would have to wait until he could get to water or a hot spring somewhere.
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