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 21, 2014 at 09:06:00 AM by CARNIVAL
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can you hear that wonderful sound? The Ferris wheel has started, now we’re stuck going round and round… Today, the heart of Malignant Felicity beat sluggishly; stirring awake with each isolated paw step that rapped against its tired muscle. What at first had been two wolves out and about in the territory quickly became three, and at the appearance of the third the heart continued its despondent rhythm. Little did it know that today, her presence deserved more than that. Bearing the slight (yet stubbornly persistent) ache in her head that came no doubt, as a result of perpetual silence (and insistent demons), Carnival picked up her pace as she wove her way through the territory. Her crown and tail were lifted lightly despite her residence in the dead lands, happiness a byproduct of her sound health, the coordinated gather and release of her muscles as she powered through the familiar brush, and the thick and rapid beating of her young heart knocking for recognition against her chest. Oh, just like the hyenas laughing manically in her head, her heart had a voice of its own, and it whispered too. Live, today. The damned thing hissed, Live for yourself, live for your pack. Today. It carried on in this way routinely; basking in the energy afforded it by the sun, soaking in the shadows as she dove beneath the tree canopies. Her selfish and ambitious heart afforded Carn a fleeting smile that lingered on the curve of her golden visage as she trotted up to the males in her terra. She was muttering, her golden eyes downcast and distant, and instead of engaging them, or addressing the odd (and curiously distasteful, but she was such a sucker for a flawless ebony) crimson discoloration of her company, she carried on in her blissful distraction for a solid minute. “Give me a reason not to do it,” she raised her flashing optics to her company, still pacing in their midst, “Because I swear this pack could be mine in an instant, and I would lose, I would die to the devil himself, but he must see, he must, that her leadership is no good here. She is tired. Let her retire with her dignity so that her pack need not die with her too. Don’t you want to see the best for this pack?” A slight distress had colored her vocals, this poisonous byproduct of caring. “I do not need to be the leader, but I will.” Carn followed her pause after this statement by addressing her companions with a level and insistent gaze. “I do not need to challenge Queens, but I will.” |
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- h e a r t . t h r o b - By k i r a s t a s i a December 27, 2014 at 02:14:32 PM