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.
IP: 92.11.69.68
Posted on May 28, 2013 at 06:59:19 PM by Tag
The titan’s ears flickered as the crushing of the undergrowth became apparent, he had travelled far into the thicket of unknown and though he would not admit it was very vulnerable to frights. Bright green eyes flickered about in fear where he had been staring off into the distance. Anxiety swarmed in the lower abdomen, paws hardly daring to move but in understanding that he was forced to face his foe. With a single breath he swivelled his youthful body, ears encountering the far from welcoming rumble. Though no words were addressed, Tag understood the stranger’s youthful growl. He was referring to his concerns near this land. So he had been correct in the thoughts. It was a pack… Tag stared blankly towards the pup – at least he wasn’t the alpha and at least he was at his own age. A familiar scowl retreated upon his features; he regained a pompous posture of standing tall and attempting to make himself larger. “I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter – I’m not trespassing!” He retorted stiffly but although he was irritable curiosity got the better of him. “So, I guess this is a pack? Who’s the alpha?” He inquired, eyes fixed upon the stranger. The varg was not a sociable wolf and he did not completely understand how to interact with other wolves. He knew the basics of course – older or stronger wolves he would be made to submit to and be polite but nothing else. Often talking to pups around his age his lyrics were intertwined with sarcasm or hostility. Or perhaps simply he remained quiet, uncertain on how to respond to others. He was not quick witted or even smart. He would be strong as an older wolf but his strength would be dragged down by his stubbornness. Tag’s leafy eyes examined the adolescent who stood in front of him, brow furrowing in attempt to absorb everything about him. It wouldn’t be difficult to distinguish him from a crowd; his hide was laced with unusual patterns. The majority of his pelt was blackness but ivory dominated into small stripes of whiteness, four were planted upon his back. Tag’s green eyes pulled towards his face were a small patch of white resided among the darkness. His eyes were too a cold colour. Tag himself was not as distinguishable; he had only a black pelt and paws of white and a mousy brown. Only his spheres were of anything striking. He was confused about how someone could acquire such patterns. It was certainly unusual to say the least. He was not envious of his pelt however but more of his situation. He possessed a strong scent, or at least strong for many pups which could only be the result of a higher rank? That was what Tag was jealous about. “Could…” Tag hesitated, dawdling on the question that resided upon the tip of his tongue. “Could I join – join this pack then?” His words were fastened with hostility; he despised being at the other wolves’ mercy – even if it only be a decision. The pup’s abdomen was still engulfed with terror – if he was of regal blood then he would not be criticized to deny his chance of a place in the pack. No, Tag reminded himself, it would not be his only chance… Surely there were other packs residing in the unknown? But he feared venturing out into the unknown, meeting anonymous wolves was not something he fancied. He wished only to apply himself to work around a pack – what if he was destroyed before he had a chance of living? He couldn’t mess this up. Word Count: 605 OOC: ruhfudh your writing skills are awesome. XD Souleh readers note;; tag is a difficult pup. he is sexist towards females, believing that they are uncapable of anything. he likes to believe he overules anyone. he is arragont and hostile, finding it difficult to interact with others. |
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- i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k May 28, 2013 at 10:38:58 PM
clashing of teeth - By Tag June 1, 2013 at 07:39:16 AM
i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k {and} k i r a July 3, 2013 at 09:11:50 PM
clashing of teeth - By Tag July 8, 2013 at 06:49:04 PM
i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k {and} k i r a July 15, 2013 at 03:43:05 AM
clashing of teeth - By Tag July 24, 2013 at 03:55:46 PM
i n s i d i o u s - By k a v i k {and} k i r a July 29, 2013 at 04:10:21 AM
clashing of teeth - By Tag July 30, 2013 at 09:22:14 AM
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