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 9, 2013 at 02:19:41 AM by Llorana
 Llorana could feel her reserve crumbling, and she silently cursed herself for it. This was not how it was suppose to happen. This was not how it was suppose to go down. Niko was her companion, her life long friend. He was not suppose to be ensnared by another, and her trecherous, dark heart within her breast took a nosedive at the simple thought. A terrible snarl threatened to rip through her chest, but she choked it back, unwilling to allow everything to affect her so. She just barely managed. Her aim is true, and she finds herself feeling triumphant as she pins him beneath her. Yes, this is how things should be, this is how things should go. With her handsome prince safe and sound beneath her. Something indeed was vastly different about Llorana. She appeared the same- her pristine albaster coat, her deep, wise sapphire gaze. But most of what was inside had altered, had changed. Some for the good- most for the worse. And then Niko is gasping in reaction to her jaws around his neck when she speaks, and he's leaning up into her. She could not help the way her grip tightened, just barely so, enough to let him know she enjoys his reaction to her, and that she did not plan on releasing him any time soon.
Mmm, or maybe she comes to remind the prince that there's a reason to save himself. His voice is all husky, and before she knew it, he's throwing his weight up against her, which has her growling loudly with annoyance at her sudden lapse in concentration. Damn him in all his attractive glory. He's rolling over then, and soon enough, he has her in a reversed position- mercilessly pinned down beneath him. With his heavy chest pressing down against her, she struggles for just a moment before her azure gaze hones in on his, his victorious grin all to obvious, but then it falls. He looks concerned, concerned and curious as he tilts his head and murmurs in that oh so seductive voice of his. But his words are nothing of the sort. Will I ever know what happened to take you away from me. Llorana is torn. Tell him, and don't tell him. Open up as she once had, or remain closed off. Her pale eye lids find their closure as a whine finds it's way past her dark lips. For the first time since she had returned, she is at a loss. Slowly, after some long moments, she's opening her eyes to gaze silently up at him. She has made up her mind, and draws in a deep breath to steele herself. But before she speaks to him, she's leaning up to bury her muzzle deep within the fur along his neck. Inhaling heavily, her senses swim with that which is him, his earthy, masculine scent, every memory she holds of him, every thought, feeling, sensation. He is solid, he is here, and he is her closest friend. To this day, he remains as such. She does not pull away when she begins speaking, and so her usual monotone voice is muffled for the time being. They came when all else was asleep. Vile things in the dark, simply awaiting an ambush for a naive girl. They took her, they defiled her, they broke her. They killed her, and this is all that is left. I am nothing. She almost chokes on her words- almost. But she doesn't. It's as if some terrible weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and at the same time a shattering to be felt deep within her soul. She had been denying it for quite some time, never wanting to face the actual truth of any of it. But she could no longer run, no longer hide from what she had truly become. Llorana Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes |
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- && 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