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 December 13, 2014 at 01:03:48 AM by vingi
Even the Queen's tame hawks had flown away in her long absence, and without their endless cooing, the lands seemed more prison than paradise. The hell bound hell hound wondered idly where the birds had flown to, and if they would soon return, before abandoning his roosting site in the dark territory and returning to the very free lands that he had once abandoned. He was a creature who sought entertainment most of all, and would not be bound to a tomb now that the delights of the haunted house act had faded. Having tasted of the poisonous enjoyment that came to those in close company with the beasts of Malignant, he was disappointed to desert, but he had little choice. The fountain of fun had dried up when the lands had gone silent, and he needed to drink in order to quench his thirst. Vingi prowled greater Blossom like a ghoul, always watching, waiting for a chance to be involved in something interesting. Unfortunately, his previous experiences had raised his standards nothing was fun anymore. As the green-eyed monster observed the foolish denizens of the light, his quiet hope turned to boredom and then disgust. If each of their interactions were plays, then he had already seen them all. Normal wolves were too predictable they just weren't interesting. He went to the Cavern of Secrets, once, hoping vainly to rendez-vous with the sane mad-man he had met on his last trip to the place, but it seemed as if he had also vanished. It seemed as if the chasm of Hell had opened and dragged all the earth-bound demons back to Satan's fiery embrace. Vingi didn't blame Satan for wanting them back murders, assassins, psychopaths and sociopaths are, after all, the very cutest kind of play toys but he was still a little pissed at the fellow for having stolen his fun away. Eventually, when he could no longer stand the super-sweet benevolence of the main lands, Vingi planned his return to the underworld. Even a graveyard of demons was better than the cycle of flirting and killing that he had fallen into. It was a relapse of sorts the dark canine hadn't murdered aimlessly since his return from the gladiatorial rings, but even the forbidden glory of murder failed to give him a rush after a few kills, so it was best to head home. He had been gone for several moons, so perhaps activity would have quickened the territory's pulse. He crossed the borders warily, but without fear, knowing that he had been a denizen of the lands long enough that the only wolves strong enough to potentially remove his entrails would be smart enough to realize that he actually lived here. He didn't feel bad for leaving, even in the slightest. Loyalty is hardly one of his strong points, and he had never claimed otherwise. It is simply not in the nature of a sadist and sociopath to be loyal. However, he didn't need to be a loyal soul to become shackled to the lands of Malignant Felicity. It was just too much fun to be a lapdog to the most terrifying Queen in the land of Blossom Forest. Even when the dragoness wasn't present, he was content to mooch around her domain if it meant interactions with actual creatures of interest. He was drawn to the scent of another canid almost instantly upon crossing the borders, as the fragrance of the wolf lay thick on the borders. It was a dominant scent, but not one he recognized. Not a challenger though, since there was no claiming urine splattered around the territory's fences. . Another one of Queen's hawks, perhaps? Vingi allowed a momentary smirk to slide over his face as he contemplated the prospect of an actual conversation. The dark boy trotted through the lands for some time before coming upon a promisingly fresh scent trail leading into the very depths of the territory, toward the roaring of the waterfall. Smoothly, he weaved and ducked through the thick, productive foliage, his footsteps ghost silent. Eventually, the chocolate and ebonite warrior emerged from the leaning trees. As he was approaching, Vingi's sensitive olfactory system had been working to pinpoint the other wolf, so as soon as he broke the treeline, he was able to train his emeralds on the form of the other male. He caught sight of the majestic creature reclining on a spacious ledge over the waterfall almost immediately, and tilted his head inquisitively to the side. Judging from the bloody coat colouring, the male was definitely of Demonican lineage, and no doubt related to the delightful young prince Nikandros his father, perhaps? Vingi felt any vestiges of his past boredom float away at the thought Demonicans were always fun. Without breaking the saunter that he had adopted upon entering the open space beside the waterfall, Vingi began to ascend the natural rock stairs leading up to the warlord's ledge. Most more respectful wolves would have greeted another wolf from the bottom of the waterfall before approaching, but Vingi figured that he would be able to leap into the water and swim away in time if the fellow proved to be slavering-mad. With possible escape plans in mind, Vingi stepped lithely onto the jutting rock. He inclined his head to the warrior before allowing his deep, smooth voice to ring out. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Stranger. stock by FIGG manbearpigs - a deviantart source. |
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