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 July 5, 2013 at 02:49:10 AM by Llorana
 He's questioning; he's probing. He wants to know, she knows it- but she won't give in to him. She won't open up to him as she once had. No. That time is long gone; long since past. He has a new object of affection and it's enough to make her almost turn away in disgust. Almost. But this is Niko. Her Niko. Her fucking Niko. Not that pale phantom of a wolf. Reigning herself under control, she continues to watch him. And when she had moved closed, he did not move for flinch, but she sees the caution in his eyes. The way he becomes weary and almost unsure, but not quite. He is the confident, cocky son of Queens, after all. Llorana expects no less from him. And he smirks. He fucking smirks at her, and it makes her livid. Her dark lip curls up in the barest hint of a snarl, and her limbs ache to launch herself at him, and simply pin him down beneath her. Call it brash, call it impulsive. It is simply what she wants to do at that exact moment. But that logical voice that has barely survived deep within her mind has her rooted to the spot. This is Niko, after all. Her Niko. And yet after she had touched him, nudged him with her nose, he surprises her.
He sighs, and the sound has a pang of disappointment and regret singing through her breast. And the gleam in his eyes- those deep azure she used to know so well. They give leeway to the fact that he still holds some sort of desire for her, though he might be captured by another. The thought pisses her off, but also relieves her. She still has a hold on him, after all. Not so scratched up this time, beautiful, but you know where to go if you need anything. Are you back to join the pack or just dropping by for visiting hours? The weak and demented need some love too, you know. His words, and his tone is as playful as ever- just as she remembers him. Her memories are hazy these days, and mostly full of black voids- but those that hold the black and crimson boy before her are the brightest of them all. His eyes are all flash and invitation, and it is all Llorana needs. Before she even considers it once again, she's launching herself at him. Though she might be smaller than him now, she's still more experienced and quicker. Dropping her skull down low, she aims for his chest, hoping to hit him hard and knock him off balance. If successful, she would quickly step over him and drop, using all of her weight and then some- with thanks to gravity- to hold him beneath her. She'd also lean down to close her jaws around the side of his neck, gently, of course, but with enough pressure to press against his flesh. If she was unsuccessful, and if he had sidestepped- she would have gone for one of his legs, attempting to knock it out from under him, only to lead her to the same fashion of pinning him down and biting him, still gentle, of course. The old Llorana would have never acted as such. But this was not her, though a part of her still retained. Perhaps it was a combination of the two that made her so livid and physical with him. Growling quietly down at him, however she had him- or perhaps up at him, if the tables had turned, she watched him for several moments before speaking again through her teeth. What happens when a Prince needs saving, then? Does a damsel come and save him? Her voice held a mocking tone to it, but then it softened as she answered his previous question. I'm here to stay. I never planned on leaving, on going anywhere. But.. She stopped herself. She would not continue. She would not tell him. She would not tell anyone. Damn those fucking bastards. Llorana Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes |
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- && 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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