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 November 25, 2014 at 05:16:52 AM by Sidorio
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demonica. blood. inquisition. malignant felicity. addiction. sex. karma. karmabelle. love. hatred. betrayal. disappearance. abendrot. king. lost. abandoned. queens. family. sons and daughter. malignant felicity. I had been absent for a long time. It had become a habit of mine to disappear and then return after a few months. This time was different. My leave lasted for over a year. There were several moments during the past year it felt permanent this time. But it seemed that no matter how many times I thought I was starting a life somewhere else, I always, willingly, ended up returning to Malignant Felicity. Black paws moved with a perfected silence down a path in the forest just outside of Malignant’s borders. I didn’t really have a reason to be moving so stealthily, but being a born, bred, raised, and trained Demonica boy, walking silently was my default. I also, by habit, moved in a way that minimized, as much as possible, the scent trail. I avoided brushing my fur against any low hanging branches or shrubs and I kept my footsteps light. If I did stop for a moment it was behind a tree or down in the mud under a bush to keep my scent out of the wind. Why was I circling Malignant Felicity, though. Well, a wolf never goes in blind. My father’s gruff voice echoed in my mind. He wasn’t wrong. Except in the past two days I had already circled the massive territory twice and was actually working on my third time around. I definitely wasn’t going in blind… but I was puzzled. It wasn’t even that Queens’ scent was faint. So faint. I know her. I know her well enough to say with confidence that she would be back. Queens and I were a lot alike in many ways, including that one. No matter how long gone, we always ended up at Malignant Felicity. Although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that she wasn’t there. So no, the absence of the pack’s leader wasn’t what had me so puzzled. It was the absence of a pack. Of life, any at all. I had a litter with Queens and I know she’d had a litter born before that, and I couldn’t smell any of them. Or any of the wolves that I knew were loyal to Queens; Arcadian (other father to my litter… but that’s beside the point), Huntress, Devil. Hell, I didn’t even smell anyone that I didn’t recognize. Of course there were places deep enough inside the territory to keep scents from creeping to the border, but if there were any wolves in there, I doubted that they would sit in the same cave or be sleeping in a den for over two days. Once I completed my third lap of the border I as fully convinced that no one was home, or had been for a while. Despite her scent being faint, I could tell that no other wolf had taken over the territory from her. Faint, but still dominant. With an apathetic mental shrug, I crossed into the pack land. The familiar scent of the land clung to my scarlet fur like an old friend and immediately started mingling into my own fragrance. Any time that I had been on a, let’s say, extended vacation, I never hesitated before crossing the border. When I was king of Abendrot, a neighboring pack, Queens and I crossed each other’s borders without a second thought. Queens… the name tasted sweet, even to my internal monologue. Things were complicated with Queens, always had been really. When I had first arrived in Blossom Forest and joined this pack, the beta made quick work of me. It was lusty, sappy, unhealthy, but passionate love. It took me a long time to move on after she left, and while my heart had healed I still held the memory of Karma close. I kept a memento of her and of our time together within Malignant Felicity, actually, a star-shaped piece of amber that she had given me a long time ago. It was just that to me now, a memory, like something you might place in a keepsake box to remind you of your childhood best friend. I did love her and I never wanted to forget that, but it was a different season in my life. Falling in love with Queens was different. Queens was sex and candy. It was so casual with her, and not in a numb or apathetic way. We clicked and I can honestly say she’s my best friend in Blossom Forest. We never became official mates or anything like that, as I said before; it was always so damn complicated. I was never sure if I loved her or if I could commit. Queens had taken a mate before but he… what did he do again? He fucked up, whatever he did, because Queens ended up taking his head off. If Queens had asked I would have taken the title of her mate in a second but I was also content without the title. Whatever we were for each other, it worked. A sigh escaped my lips… I missed that chocolate drenched vixen. Sniffing around the territory didn’t produce any more promising results than the border check. No one was home. I didn’t want to presume leadership of the pack, if there even was a pack, but with Queens gone I could at least watch over and regulate the place for her. Call myself the acting beta or some bullshit like that. I walked up to the large waterfall that rested near the center of the pack lands and climbed up the steps to a nice sized ledge to lay across until something exciting might happen. |
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