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 February 1, 2015 at 01:09:16 AM by ROMULUS
His body shivered. This girl—if there had ever been a creature that he could feel the gaze of, she was at the top of his list. He wondered if she knew that he could feel it. The ess probably did. Honest to god, Rom was sore. And being in a submissive position was racking up all sorts of pissed off feelings within him. You are quite forgiven, mister. Without your eyes, it’s no wonder you couldn’t see how important I am. Oh? Rom’s auds twitched at this. But it wasn’t out of disdain for her comment. He almost expected it to come. Instead, he was more interested in the change of her tone from before. Was she—playing with him? Romulus smiled sweetly in the girl’s direction. Sweetly—but there was definitely a small tinge of poison in that smile. It wasn’t malice or anger. It was… amusement. How funny. She was attempting to pick him up like a toy soldier—but little did she know that she was the one who was already being toyed with He had beat her to the game. As for myself I apologize for coming up to you so suddenly. If I’d know about your… a’hem… visual hindrance, I would have used more tact. Romulus restrained himself from snorting again. Sure—there was a story behind these scars, but that didn’t mean that that was the full story. He felt no shame to her words because he did not care. He only didn’t like being made a fool of by others attempting to pity him. Maybe--- no. The kalak pushed the thought away. You poor thing. Romulus. If he had had eyes. Would have rolled them far into the back of his head instead of just up to the sky. What the hell. Her voice almost made him want to puke up his own organs. It was sickly sweet. As if she were covered in pastries and had offered to have him look the same way even though he had button eyes. I can take you to this pack’s Alphess. I’m sure she’ll be willing to let you in, despite your… Her lyrics faded, and Romulus nodded knowingly. What a girl. She was playing with him, definitely. He had never met anyone like her… intrigued was about 5% of his emotions, and the rest was 15% anger, 80% idgaf. But. That 5% kept his auds pricked forward to a certain extent now that she was beside him. No doubt her alphess would want him. He could prove his worth without being asked to. Though he might not be able to bring an elk down on his own, he could certainly go for a fawn. Being blind had become the beast’s greatest weapon against life. Anyway, don’t you worry, mister. You’re in good paws. My name’s Kirastasia, by the way. You might want to remember that. Romulus, once again, nodded. Rom, my lady Asia. Though she had not asked for his name, he had given her a small piece of hit, hinting at his tampering with a reduced version of her own. His own way of picking on her for being so foolish. But he would keep quiet regarding his full name. She didn’t need to know. Word had spread around other territories of the raping of the Queen of Cold Summers a year ago… and no doubt wording of the twins’ birth and naming had also spread. Plus, Romulus had bedded a woman from Abendrot not months ago, and god knows what kind of information was going around about him now. IF there was any. In any case, he didn’t need to reveal his full name to her just yet. She was close to him. Almost too close for comfort. The fire-bird’s pelt bristled unwillingly as her skin moved even closer after a few moments. Her plumage was the final straw. Instantly, Romulus forgot about his little plan of revenge and took on a small piece of the being he had been before he had revealed himself to Eriel. Dangerous. Seductive. A playboy. Lyrics slipped over his gums, as sweet as her own had been, with a tinge of a dare—not of the same kind that she had just offered in his direction. He replayed her words-- You’re in good paws and kept it in mind, allowing himself to build upon it. Are you, perhaps, my lady Asia, alluding to the fact that you are interested in keeping me to yourself? Whoa. That came out a lot more suggestive than he had originally wanted it to. Romulus had lifted his tassel a bit, a war banner of the same red that blood would have dried upon a white flag itself. He stayed serious for a moment, his scarred palette looking down at her directly from his standing beside her, too tall to be a natural sight. And he hadn’t even reached his full adult height yet. Then, seconds afterwards, he smiled awkwardly, cute and softly, ears flattening once more—shy. The war banner lowered, as if it had never even risen. The whole thing was fleeting. Suggestive, on a different level than he was willing to play with the femme, but fleeting. I will be careful so I am to not forget your name, m’lady. If she would, they would get moving soon—and if they did… well Rom would take her shoulder as if he actually needed it, keep his body close to hers and… well he gave her something to grab her teeth on. About ten feet from where they first started off from, the fox-like creature purposely tripped over the ground, nearly allowing himself to crash into the dirt before he caught himself and purposefully shook it off. It was as real as he could get it to be. And frankly, he had almost freaked himself out because he literally had almost smashed himself into the fucking tundra. His heart hammered, and he found this to be a great opportunity to press into the girl, allow his heartbeat to be felt by her own being. It was perfect. Rom couldn’t have planned it better. But as soon as he did this and allowed it to be felt, he pulled away, acting embarrassed. Sorry, m’lady. Forgive my clumsiness, if you would. How long would it take to get to the Alphess? Because quite frankly, he was having a lot of fun. But he would be on the tip toes of this angel dust he was ingesting… when he was allowed full access to her brain, he would make sure to send in a bomb so that he absolutely, positively, blew it up as much as he could. And quite frankly… he wished the time would come as soon as fucking possible. …  |
Dude the fact that he’s gonna call her asia (ah-zee-ah) is making my life.
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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 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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