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 24, 2013 at 03:55:46 PM by Tag
Tag smirked when the young princess snapped down upon the growling prince’s ear; his nostrils flared with the effort to subdue the need to laugh. Beaten by a girl? His ivories advertised themselves as a dull white within the fraction of the moment. The rather rude tyrant’s eyes swivelled to meet the stare of the alabaster pup before retreating to his words that lurched from his ashen lips – lyrics announced themselves as nothing more than fruitless abuses. He assumed these words would create a compelling impression of him as being a rebel, a crafty wolf but they did nothing more than put dishonour of the parents who bore him. Something in his words lightened fire in the girl’s soul; he could smell the sweet, poisonous scent of tension in the air – a delicate spice that tainted the breeze. Tag’s banner lifted and flicked to the side of him, a slight frustration as she spoke words of sugariness, of venom and of edginess – something that the lad did not quite identify how to react to. He retreated to the familiar embrace of his hard disguise; sarcasm. “Oh no, I’m shaking in my hide!” He retorted with a slight snort; words possessing the unmistakable tone of mock. “The difference between me and a groundhog is that I am not prey and I can and will fight back. Even if I lost – I couldn’t possibly be compared to a groundhog.” Within his lyrics was an embedded sense of vanity and potency. He sighed. "But I will remember the name..." Green lanterns sealed shut with a quick response, securely closed as if forbidding himself to see the smug face of his infuriated invader, as he crushed his living body into a limp bundle of fur. Tag couldn’t deny it; the two pups were pack animals that were noticeably well fed. They were not ravenous for a corpse of fresh meat. The silent brute was much sturdier than he; so it was no surprise when his pistons staggered backwards – startled at the abrupt outburst. His heart hastened – fear surging through his veins like a doe running for her life. Muscles tensed beneath his light cloak of soot while preparing for the attack… but it never arrived. Cautiously emerald spheres were discharged back into vision. Tag blinked twice in a rapid movement, refocusing his vision from the blurriness he had subjected his sight to. From quick sight the boy could see that the lady pup was wrestling with the monster pup. Her limbs were valiantly struggling to keep the boy from attacking him; Tag was vague on why she was attempting to subdue his writhes to damage him. His ears flickered in uncertain question but he did not have a lot of time to dwell upon the unusual tides when the dame’s vocals rang inside his ashen lobes. ‘You—you—jerk!’ The tyrant’s kissers resumed into a familiar scowl, a gentle – half-hearted growl rumbling from his throat, toes rippling into the soft silt of the ground. Tag greeted her enraged stare with a similar agitated glare. ‘Are you just going to stand there? Help me! You’re the reason he’s all mad in the first place!’ The titan’s expression melded into a soft mischief. His dull intelligence did not present him with the troubles he could be placed into… And so with a sway of his tail – Tag resumed a spot near the female; crossing the borders of the pack land and ignorantly endangering himself. But the proposition of irritating the silent warrior even more was too hard to resist. All effort and energy was focused into the task – but that was little – so Tag was uncertain if it would be enough. Word Count: 607 OOC: Sorry for the wait. :) 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 {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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