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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Lo and behold there was life yet. Pristine white ears atop her skull twitch as she picks up on the barest hint of a whisper from just behind her. But not only this- she could feel him. She had always been able to detect his presence- it wasn't something pleasant and to look forward to as it had been with Niko. No. Devil had the aura of authority to him, of dominance and a rather sadistic quality. At least, that's how he had always come across to Llorana. And he did not disappoint as he slid up beside her, lethal and deadly, an almost bored tone in his voice as he spoke. He asked her a question, if she would be going anywhere special, and at first he recieves nothing but a long glance from deep sapphire irises. His own were a deep molten gold, something that she had always taken as heated and ready for.. anything. What that was, particularly, the alabaster female did not know.

Perhaps before she might have greeted him with silence, or even a respectful greeting. Now, she gave a perhaps unexpected scoff of laughter, though it was brief and sharp. More like a bark of amusement than anything else- something that hadn't suited her before but perhaps now fit the bill. Amusement did show upon her face, though it was detached and almost distasteful in a way. "Depends on what company I might find." And then, almost to add emphasis to her words she's glancing up at him in an almost suggestive manner- almost. And then as quick as it was there it is gone, easily pushed out of mind at the sudden presence of yet another. Males, it seemed, were the only thing to exist any longer around here. And yet this one- Llorana had seen him in passing at the past couple meetings, but had never spoken to him. All she knew of him was that he was named Kaizer, and he was Niko's brother.

It showed, too. In the dark patches of his pelt, the sheer lustrous look of it and his impressive fourm. Yes, they were so painfully obviously brothers that she was tempted to turn away from him. Why should she have to look into a face like that again? But when his gaze turned from Devil to herself, what found her was not a match of her own deep blue but vivid and bright emerald. They were vastly different than what she expected, thus her own gaze remained where it was- intent on him. She was not wavering in this, and she was not timid in any way, shape, or fourm. He knew her name, speaking it just before Devil- something enough to make her smirk up at the black wolf beside her but she refrained if only out of common courtesy. She had stopped her movement then, assuming Devil to fall into step with her- or do whatever it was he wanted. Hell- the sudden appearance of the young thing in front of them might have just run him off at last, but a wolf could only hope.

But the white wolf pays no mind. He had been given his moment, his greeting and now it was this boys turn. Though boy wasn't quite the word. Much like Niko, the male was almost in his prime, his frame scuplted with muscle and power, something almost close to perfection. Her sapphire gaze took this all in without a word, watching him but not allowing too many seconds to tick by. When she speaks her voice cuts through the air- bold and not loud but firm. Strong. Something unwilling to back down. "I was enjoying the lovely fresh air around here before it seems two devils decided to.. interrupt." Her words held sarcasm, as since they were somewhat near the border- the air was not fresh but infact laced with the strong scent of death that always lingered. Granted it had been some time since the corpses along the borders had been renewed- the stench had long since sunk into the very soil itself, permeating it for generations to come and perhaps even beyond.

Her pristine and thick white tail lashed slowly behind her haunches as her sharp gaze moves from one male to the other, never quite allowing either of them too much time without her observations. They might be pack members, but they were other wolves all the same. Liable to volatile and violent. Things to be weary of though learn from all the same.
Llorana
Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes


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