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 May 3, 2014 at 09:23:28 PM by Devil May Cry
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I should have known I would have a stalker on this night. Of course, I couldn't ask for a more attractive ghost to haunt my steps. I've long been wandering if she's still around, this temptress of the night. I haven't seen her since the pack meeting and that was far too long ago. I wonder what she's been up to. Who has she been harassing all this time? Is she a seductress bending the wills of lesser mortals to whatever she wishes or does she have something darker in mind? Is she a lover of bloodshed like myself? Maybe she's been out hunting the old fashioned way, getting her fix through taking away the life of others. I couldn't blame her for that obsession when I myself am a sufferer. There was a time when I wandered far off packs doing what I wanted, when I wanted. I was a paid assassion and it paid well. When others might request offerings of food from the pack with a hit or even a safe den to sleep in, I asked for freedom to wander the pack lands and take what I please. When the urge hit me and a gorgeous girl was nearby, mate or no mate, children or not, she was mine for the taking. I probably have many fatherless litters out there somewhere but it hardly matters to me. They should feel honored to hold blood like mine within their veins. Of course, that all changed when I found Malignant Felicity. When I met Queens, she brought out a sense of loyalty in me that I never knew I had. She was not loving and affectionate nor did she hate on everyone she met. She is a different breed altogether and it intrigued me so I stayed. I've never regretted my time here nor should I. I feel gifted to have had the chance to protect one so revered and feared. I feel privileged to say I've spent more than one night alone with her in the dark. Queens is more than an Alpha to me, she's a cause, one that I don't mind bonding my life to if it's called for. Carnival reminds me of her in some ways. The dangerous way she moves, the way death oozes off of her like expensive perfume. She is different and she doesn't care who knows about it. She finds her way to me this night, slipping through the shadows like a ghost. From the moment she springs, I know I am no longer alone, my ears flickering back as the corner of my lip curls, revealing a sliver of fang as golden gaze burns into the figure slipping to my side like silk. Once her fur brushes mine, my body calms, the rumble in my chest slowing to something pleasant as the blazing light in my eyes turn to something more mischeveous. She has never had to show her stomach to get my attention. That honor was a bonus on my end, to see the reapings of something so trivial and beautiful, if only to see, not to touch. At her smile, I can tell that something has changed. Of course, the land has a way of changing everyone. Look how far I've come from the wolf I was when I set foot in Blossom? My lips curl in a new way now, smirking as my tail waves. "They say Malignant Felicity is a pack of ghosts and other demons of the night but a creature like you.....who could ever think to leave such a prize to the wonderings of her own mind? That would be suicide." My eyes gleam, wondering what we'll accomplish on a night like tonight. |
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