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 28, 2013 at 07:38:56 PM by kohaku
 You're not, I swear. It's just... I was brought up to do, not think. Without my father on my tail every day, I think more and more, but don't do any less... and you could be... my friend? Now that was something the pale ess had never heard before. She had never been anyone's friend. Shehad not had any need for friends. She had been just fine on her own. Perhaps that is why, for a fleeting second, she felt as if he were shaming her. Shaming her for being so weak in his eyes. Shaming her for being alone without a family to call her own. Shaming her for having the guts to join Malignant Felicity in the first place-- shame on her, shame on her. But her head knew better than that. Kaizer may be a strange case, but she had a feeling that he, especially he, would not bestow shame upon her in any way or sorts. A smile tinged the edge of his death kissers for a mere second, then fell away. Her invisible pale brow arched in interest. Then he snorted. A king? I do not know the first thing about ruling a pack, how does one lead when he has followed all his life? I do wish to be more than a glorified savior, but what that is... I have no idea. I knew what I was-- a follower. An obediant, little pup who did what his father said, when he said and didn't question his judgement. Kohaku was about to speak up but closed her mug with an audible click when he continued on, the beginnings of fury rising in his tones. and now I am heir to Malignant Felicity, a savior in your eyes and asking all the questions. I believe its time I started living my life and stopped waiting for someone to come and tell me how to. He came to a halt quite abruptly and Kohaku felt a smile slide to her own lips. It was a beatiful smile, accompanied by the acknowledgement he gave to her by dipping his skull in her direction. Thank you for making me realize that, Kohaku. Truly, I am curious. What will I become to you? This threw her a bit off guard, and she let the smile slip away into its horrible grave once more. "Before I answer that, I must say this. You can become a king because you have been a follower all your life. You know what you would like to see in a leader, and you also know what you do not wish to see in that kind of figure. You keep watching and you will keep learning. And when you finally turn your head and let others watch you… well that will be a day that even the stars bask in your glory." It was not meant to be a mushy sentence, as she did not feel that hitting on the fellow would do her any good at this point. Nikandros had confessed to her, and she to Nikandros. And Kohaku was not the sort to tug others into her orbital space, causing them to revolve around her as if they were but mere planets and she was a gaseous star. A sun. What you will become to me? I haven’t the slightest idea. Perhaps you will become that comet that streaks across the sky. I will reach up and hope to grasp some of your stardust and selfishly keep it for myself. But I, being who I am, will probably give it right back to you and push you along your way. So yes. I suppose that I too will see you as a friend—but I will continue, for now, to look and see a hero. She caught up to him, still keeping space between their bodies so that he would not be… inclined to taste her heat, and then she kept speaking. Do not be offended, however, when I say that it is not always hero’s that do the saving. Sometimes it’s the hero himself who needs saving. And when that day comes, I will be sure to repay my debt to you. Then, and most likely only then, will we be friends. Her rustic orange cranial tipped to the side and she found herself wanting to draw away. She had spoken more to this fellow than she had in total of the past half year. It was ridiculous. So a quiet fell over her. She would not speak as much to him in reply again. || kohaku || female || adult || Jeanne d'Arc x Scarface || malignant felicity || |
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