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 January 30, 2015 at 09:30:11 PM by ROMULUS
It didn’t take too long for some crazy idiot to come blundering into his presence. And this one just so happened to be a female. What the fuck was with him and females these days? When he had wanted to bed them, they had been scarce --- few and far between. And yet now here they all were, crossing roads with him as if he were a highway suddenly open again to the public. Oh the irony. When he no longer wanted to be around these whimsical, carefree, whorish beings, they all came streaming to him—trout on their way to the breeding grounds. Romulus refrained (barely) from snorting aloud as the utopian ess pulled to a halt before him. Charcoal listeners pricked forward, though his body gave no sign of surprise or even submission. Nothing. A statue before her grounds. There was something different about this ess. Something that he had a little bit of a withdrawing feeling to. Was it the way that her claws ticked across the terra? Was it the aura of command she gave off? In any case, Rom was not too pleased with having to have been greeted by whatever this gem was. Did you step on a thorn, mister? Okay. now was when he couldn’t hold in his snort. A rather displeased look spread across his face, revealing pearls that had not tasted a fulfilling meal in weeks. He turned his nape, rust colours falling over his shoulders. Unamused. He had half the mind to just leave whoever the frick this little girl was here and turn around—go to Abendrot instead. It would be just his luck if he found that this whole entire pack was full of Amazonian warriors that only had ovaries with no sign of cologne anywhere. Then she did a most unthinkable thing. She moved. Her stilt swept over a trap of leaves. It was THE most, absolutely horrifying and bitchish thing to do. A growl rumbled from his larynx, snapped between teeth as he attempted to keep his temper. Today was not Rom’s day. He had slammed his emotions into Eriel, allowed her knowledge on a secret he would have rather taken to his grave, never allowing another soul to know. And here was this… this thing stuffing a chokingly disgusting display of pity down his throat. But. A sudden thought came to the brujo—and he swallowed his growl slowly, allowing himself to take a pill of his pride down with it. You’re near packlands now. We might be able to help you, if you need it. This girl’s voice was maple-y. It was sugar-coated with too much sweetness. Like a puppet, Romulus turned his apex in the direction of that which the girl was standing. Based on where she had placed her foot, he could almost get her height right. He was a few inches give or take to the right and up, but it would suffice. Play dumb. Act the part of a wounded idiot. The maned wolf willed his hackles to smoothe against his body once more, and he swallowed an intake of drugged atmosphere. Behidnd that stitched flesh, the ruffian’s wheels were turning. There was definitely a plus he could pull into this. Though not stupid, Romulus had always been the more brawny of the twins. Remus was quicker to think. But that didn’t mean Rom couldn’t learn as well. Nor could he not think in his own manner. He was rather smart, now that he had gone through shit. And suddenly he was devising a character to portray. Someone that was not himself—but enough like him to not have to tamper with the differences of opinion. How about… he could return to his old self. That would be fun. But this sugar-drenched damsel seemed like the type to take that, know it was bait, and throw it in his face. Her voice had practically sworn happiness towards him. He could be withdrawn. That was like himself now. He could pretend to be useless. But—ah. The smallish hint of a smirk pressed against the furthest corn of Rom’s ebony lips, then disappeared with a quick swipe of his tongue. I’m afraid so… He swooned, despair hitting his forehead, creasing his brows and flattening his listeners in a rather remarkable display of his (mock) trials. But my voice was not because of a small prick, m’lady. Hoo boy. Was it fun to not have to hide the emotion in his useless portals anymore. Forgive me miss, for my rude display of aggression before—I did not know if you had stumbled around me; if you had moved in my-- blind spots. OH. dEAR. TOR. He was having more fun than he had in months! This girl— the way she breathed; she was too excited to be anyone extremely high up on the ranking system. Those kinds were—a remarkably clear shot of Caspian hit his memory and Rom had to almost physically shake his head to force it back down. No. This was not an Alphess. Is there one I might speak with who would allow my presence here? I’ve been wandering for too long—and to chance myself upon a pack is rather… miraculous. This way of speaking, If you would be my guide… hunched over, tail tucked, …it would be much appreciated…ears padded against his skull. This was not going to last long. No. This was not an act that would stick with him like glue. This was his revenge. Revenge for her immediately pressing against those leaves. She would not sense it, for Romulus had hidden things far more serious from creatures he had fought for life and death from… but hell would she be surprised when he introduced himself to whoever was the main avalanche causer here. …  |
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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 January 31, 2015 at 00:52:15 AM
always know one thing; - By ROMULUS February 1, 2015 at 01:09:16 AM
h e a r t . t h r o b - By k i r a s t a s i a March 5, 2015 at 02:58:34 AM
always know one thing; - By ROMULUS April 6, 2015 at 08:29:33 PM
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