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 30, 2013 at 09:22:14 AM by Tag
The poor young, ignorant boy could only stand there, observing as the two siblings confronted their frustrations against each other. The smirk that had once dominated his kissers still remained but had shrivelled, melding into nothing more than a tentative smile. Something was not quite right; but how was he – an uneducated pup – to know of the law of pack by heart. The silent one appeared to be possessed by an unruly spirit whose only desire was so kill. And like a snarling wolverine might scare a lion, Tag was spooked. He had not a chance if this guy was released. How was she still holding him down? Maybe it was better being torn to shred by Kavik than to be smothered by a girl - humiliating. The pallid girl though was struggling; her attempts although bold were failing… Her voice still remained as strong as ever; the alabaster girl almost screaming at her possessed brother. Tag’s stomach dropped and did summersaults as Kavik swerved; his pearly grin clashing together like a rabid animal. Like nothing could stop it. His paws stumbled backwards, not wanting to meet his jaws. They were pack animals. They had been fed. One of them seemed still hungry… Tag sharply inhaled the dense air; startled at the thick air with colognes of various wolves within the pack. The tyrant knew he should have been running by now; or at least hiding. But Kavik would have found him again, surely? He shuddered at the thought of meeting a higher ranked wolf. He was in trouble and he had no idea how to get out of it. He had angered their pups, he had trespassed. His lobes folded down towards his skull with an anxious disposition. At least here he wouldn’t get mauled by the murderous pup. His sister it seemed had a better mood. Green lanterns expanded sharply as the rabid pup raised his head suddenly, and the lady – bracing herself for the damage – was next with an injured chin. And then, abruptly after the confrontation the murderous pup had vanished and was instead replaced with a devoted brother; apprehensive to assist his sister. The transformation completely shocked Tag. His lanterns lingered, fixated upon the bold lady, her gazers glistening with the film of pain. He said nothing, noticing the dark crimson blood was dripped from the corners of her lips. He knew he was in even more trouble now… He’d fuelled one pup’s anger and damaged another through the cause of it. Tag met her gaze as she looked towards her, her maw stretched in a haunting smile. Both of his ashen lobes flickered attentively as he listened to her words; all of the curses he had grown to know swarmed through his mind. He was going to be in so much trouble. At Kavik’s growl he gulped, shivers cascading down his spine – not again. And at the pallid girl being so abnormally close, Tag’s toes rippled into the earth nervously. And quite suddenly, a film of agitation layered over his alarmed expression. His leafy gaze lifted sharply at her proposition of him being a prisoner – her prisoner. No. A half-hearted growl vibrated from his vocals but it was one that was silent; and could only be felt through tremors. It was only heard when she reached over to bestow him with a kiss. A bloody kiss… He could smell her jaw thick with the crimson liquid. Not bothering to wipe it off, he simply smiled, alabaster fangs gleaming from his ashen lips. “As you wish,” he replied, bending over to kiss her paw like a servant would do to a queen. If he did not react, Tag thought, she would surely grow bored soon enough. “What do you plan on doing with me then?” He asked, eyes flickering back and forth from the two siblings. He didn’t trust Kavik not to attack… Word Count: 648 OOC: 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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