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 September 19, 2013 at 02:49:38 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… [THE TIES THAT BIND] Queens, a maternal creature! Carnival could’ve snorted with the hilarity of the concept, but despite her disbelief she watched the maple royal caress her young with obvious affection; her head twisted towards the silent, stoic teen, and she addressed his welfare. She cared for the mute. In this action Carnival found that she too, could give credit to the statue. To survive without vocals...what a premise. She didn’t know the Alphess well enough to earn one of those vivacious wags of the tail, private glances winsomely passing from wolf to wolf, having only received her briefly and in passage. In the carriage of all subordinates, she cast her eyes minutely downwards, but a smile curved her lip and her muscles were soft, possessing no sort of love, but no menace either. The time spent in her nod suggested a thoughtful contemplation in her reception of Queens, but she wouldn’t flatter herself to think that the baroness had noticed. Hell, Carnival herself wouldn’t have, when surrounded by tides of family. These tides, as they boiled around her, created a boundary that she could only explain as a feeling. They were all related in some way or another, and Devil, Queen's right-hand, her assassin, and Lord knows Carn had other musings, was in the thick of them. So what was the wayward newbie? She shook her head slightly; did they think her a little tag-along play toy for the beta? Oh, not yet. Her amber gaze hardened into a resin of curiosity as she watched this reunion of Malignant beasts. Though not unapproachable, she was isolated, but without bitterness. She had half a mind to slip out quietly, leave them to their lovely reminisces and all those gorgeous things of family life--welfare? happiness? Yes, those, something like that. The hunt could wait; Carn was full but mostly starving, and her ravenous gaze roved over the meeting as if searching for its prey. |
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- take apart your soul. - By Llorana November 18, 2013 at 04:39:43 AM