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 24, 2013 at 07:38:10 PM by Llorana
 Time had not slipped away from her. Time had been mercilessly stolen from her. She had had no choice. It was abandon her home- or watch every last one of them die. Llorana could not allow the latter to become reality. Merely thinking of the circumstance brought an uncharacteristic snarl tearing through the pale ladies vocal chords. But, then again- it was uncharacteristic of Llorana before. Before, when she had been Zeta of the fiercest pack in all of Blossom Forest. Before, when she had had a bestfriend named Nikandros. Before, when she had been reserved, quiet, calculating. Now, the old Llorana wasn't entirely gone- no. Just most of her. What remained was something of a savage nature- pure, primal instinct, laced with the wise wolf she once had been. Her decisions were now raw, brash- spurs of the moment. But that is not to say she was any less intelligent, or any less quick witted. No. If anything, the change in the alabaster wolf had enhanced her skill, had inhanced her deadly flavour. She no longer made decisions that would be most logical and precise. Instead- she went with what her gut told her. After all, it had been her calculating mind that had gotten her into the mess that forced her from home for more than a year.
They had come in the night, when most of Malignant was resting. Llorana had been the dutiful wolf she was, patrolling the borders and keeping watch for any strangers approaching. And yet when more than a dozen strange wolves approached- her first instinct was to find others of her pack. But going against her first urge, and thinking of the situation instead- she had crossed the border of the pack to meet the incoming strangers head on. It was the most fatal mistake of her life. She had in mind to speak with them- to ask what they wanted and if there could be an agreement arranged if they wanted something worth while. They had no intention of speaking. Before she knew it, thirteen wolves had her completely surrounded. They were foreigners- not only to Malignant, but to Blossom Forest as well. They did not belong, and they knew it- and now Llorana knew it as well. Just as she knew they didn't want to talk to her. Many things happened that night. Most of them happened to the pale girl, and they are unspeakable. To even think of them, or consider them brings rage and a certain blood thirst to the old Zeta. Neither had ever been present before, but during the past fifteen months, they were something close to allies to her mind. Revenge was something she craved, and she knew she could not do it alone. Perhaps it was part of the reason Llorana now found herself on the border of Malignant. She needed strength surrounding her if she were to get what she wanted, and there was also a part of her that craved the rotting, flesh ridden corpses that still marked the territory. While before they were nothing but an afterthought to her- now they were more welcoming than ever, bringing- yet again, an uncharacteristic smirk to her slender white muzzle, before deep sapphire irises roamed and observed all around her. It had not changed at all since she had last laid eyes upon it, but she knew the wolves within must have. Queens. Devil. Niko. Her dearest Niko; her oldest friend. Would he still even be her friend? Would he even remember her? And who she was now- would he even look at her? Llorana did not know any of this, just as she did not know how anyone would react to her return- if anyone even remembered her at all. Just as she had done when first joining Malignant- she did not foolishly announce her presence to any passerbys. She knew that her scent had long ago passed the invisible boundry, and was permeating deep within the land. They knew she was there already, as they had known while she was way off. It was now time to play the waiting game. While part of her mind urged her to simply cross the border and seek out Queens herself- the intellectual part that still retained some reason forced her to wait as she was on the border. She did not recline. She did not lay down. She did not relax. Keeping on guard and ever ready, she steeled herself for whatever may come. A welcoming party. An angry mob. Someone to drive her out and away. She did not care- so long as someone came. Llorana Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes |
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- && you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS June 3, 2013 at 01:26:35 AM
take apart your soul. - By Llorana June 5, 2013 at 02:51:59 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS June 6, 2013 at 04:28:40 AM
take apart your soul. - By Llorana July 5, 2013 at 02:49:10 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS July 8, 2013 at 01:33:00 AM
take apart your soul. - By Llorana July 9, 2013 at 02:19:41 AM
&& you say i'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS July 18, 2013 at 00:48:14 AM
take apart your soul. - By Llorana July 18, 2013 at 04:37:31 AM
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