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 February 22, 2014 at 01:53:33 AM by Devil May Cry
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I can smell the prince coming, my ears flickering in curiosity to see what he'll want with the company of others. He's always stuck close to Arcadian and that's one wolf whose not too fond of intereaction with others. Arcadian always kept to himself unless a certain black and chocolate queen was involved and now that they're slightly more distant, I haven't seen him. It's as if he's back to being a ghost that disappears on a whim. Maybe off sulking somewhere, I hardly know. He's his own wolf and he can choose to sulk in silence or lick his wounds and get on with life. Meanwhile the brood he brought back with him seems to have more life about him. I saw him get in the middle of a quarrel at a pack meeting before. He stepped up for the young female Kohaku once much to his brother Nikandros' irritation. There was no mistaking the possessiveness in that boy even then. I'm guessing he's off taking what's his and leaving the rest of the life that was his in the dust. Can't say I blame him. A life's only worth living if you're having fun. Meanwhile Llorana seems to be left behind and she almost seems lonely, without purpose. Of course she doesn't show her pain and I would only be disappointed if she did. She's a strong girl and she came back different than she was before. There was a sense of innocence about her back then but now there's no trace in that porcelain face of hers, maybe just the right touch to lure you in right before she strikes like a deadly cobra. I must admit I'm intrigued to know that that venom tastes like. And yet it seems I can't find her alone, not this day. The prince stops, that oh so charming smirk dripping off his charcoal lips like a poster boy for a dating site. He must get that from the other father in his gene pool cause I don't think I've ever seen that look on Arcadian's face. He greets us by name, a hint of mischief in his tone. I tilt my head, curiosity in my own golden gaze as my tail flicks with purpose. I glance sideways at the alabaster mistress beside me. She seems almost mesmerized by the sight of the younger male. Perhaps she's into fresher meat? I saw the way she used to look at Nikandros. A spurned woman is a deadly woman. Maybe she's on the hunt for a sweeter flavor. I'll be happy to bow out if she's made up her mind but I'm not giving up my afternoon as wasted for nothing, not until I've gotten a little fun out of this acquaintance. "Kazier." His name falls off my tongue with disinterest as if I couldn't care less if he stayed or left. The male takes it upon himself to sit and ask what we're up to, seemingly determined to stiack around for the time being. Oh well, guess I might as well milk this for all its worth. The female beside me had told me her destination depends on the company she finds. Well I guess now she has somewhat of an idea since t seems her destination is here for now. I had caught the hint in her gaze right before she tore it away and it left my body restless and unsatisfied but I won't be able to act on that for the moment. Doesn't mean I've totally put it out of mind, of course. She stops and I pause as well, giving her the spotlight as she looks between us, apparently intrigued to find out how two males react in her presence. She seems to be enjoying herself. She comments on two devils interrupting which only makes me chuckle under my breath. "Interruptions surely invited without your conscious intention of doing so. Your very perfume practically screams a welcome serenade." |
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