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 August 2, 2013 at 04:08:49 AM by CARNIVAL
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can you hear that wonderful sound? The Ferris wheel has started, now we’re stuck going round and round… Death reigned with a potent stillness, its stench weeping in great roiling tears with a sincerity so complete that to disrupt this somber silence, to tread through and into its depths, felt as a sin. What a daredevil, then, the wayward wolf became, slipping over the borders wearing the grace of maturity as her shield, and such sinful lessons learned, that her cloak melded into the lands themselves and all of a sudden, Carnival was home. It was to little fanfare and nonexistent greetings that the fatale grimaced into a yawn on her first night back, drifting into a fitful sleep during which she dreamed dreams that burned like the A emblazoned on her back. None of these things existed, but to think of them was to acknowledge their existence, thus enabling their escape. She shuddered in a stretch, her eyes shuttered closed in a vain expression of leisure. Reality was too bright today; the colors blinding and alive in a place that was, for all intents and purposes, dead. Waking had its benefits; was that meat she smelled on the taunting breeze? No, Carn’d woken for a different purpose. The howl had quieted, choked by the deafening silence, but its lazy tendrils wound around her all the same, lifting her to her feet and pulling her steadily towards their origin. Her step was one of confidence, despite being a newer member. For some reason, the multi-hued wolfess already felt old. This pack meet was odd, although it would technically be her first. This was no family; look at them, all snakes-length apart from each other, their faces reacting with each lash and recoil of their words? And what wolves were these? Their pelts were perpetually stained with the poison of war, and the one, though he gleamed with a saintly ivory, sported a black stripe that ended strangely abrupt, just like her arrival. Carn kneaded her toes on the outer ring of the small gathering, disdainful though cool. She’d arrived in time to hear a threat shot towards the younger male. A dark grin broke her maw; what a glorious reunion with sound. |
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