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 April 6, 2015 at 08:29:33 PM by ROMULUS
Mister Rom, hoo boy here it comes, how could you say that! I’ve only just met you! Good lord was this girl from some kind of modest line? She certainly liked to pretend that that was her role. Not that it was. He could already tell just by the way she moved around him, even touching him intimately in a way that made his neck lift just a bit. I’m not THAT sort of girl. Yeah fucking right. Romulus’s listeners flickered once, just…once, and a shy, sly smile threaded his lips for a short time, long enough for her to see it before he turned his head the other direction and erased it from view. I know better than to throw myself at any male that comes stumbling over the border. Especially one who’d never see it coming. Speaking about never seeing it coming… This game would have been fun to keep up with if only the alphess had come around. But unfortunately, it didn’t seem like that was to be happening anytime soon. Mister Rom?! He almost burst out laughing at her sudden statement. Her touch, however, scalded all thought of even remotely expressing this joy at her way of thought processing, and he dug his teeth into his tongue. A sliver of blood slid through his daggers. Iron erupted onto his taste buds, flooding his memory and bringing back thoughts that he would rather keep hidden away inside of a locked drawer. Oh, of course I forgive you, poor dear. It’s not your fault. I should have picked a better path for us. There are too many pitfalls ahead… Pitfalls like a puppet mistress? This woman was by far the most strange female he had ever come across. Or at least… in the way of being too stuck within a theater. There were plenty of other faye-ish quirks he had come around and quite frankly, she was relatively mild compared to two Valkyries he had crossed paths with. I’ll lead the way. Her body slid right next to his, then moved forward. Plummage dragged under his chin and he followed it with unseen visionaries as it moved to the life blood in his throat. When it was gone, Romulus exhaled loudly, wasting all the precious air that he had sucked in earlier, stopped short, and straightened himself. The shy, uncertain male was gone. Shoulders rolled back and a neck twisted, cracking just once before he flicked his auds and his muzzle in the direction of the little female. It’s unfortunate that I got bored with our game before your Queen came around. I guess I’ll just have to knock my King over now and forfeit since I don’t really want to play anymore. He flicked his war banner, which was unlike his siblings in the way that it was not dipped in white, and a cheshire grin sliced through his once timid expression, driving away any thoughts of perhaps he was toying. I’m not interested in playing pretend with a little girl. He continued walking now, successfully dodging a minor bump in the road that should have sent the timid Rom sprawling to the ground. Some clear path this was. But if I could play soldier for a Queen, well now that’s a different story. He pulled up beside her, matching her pace if she had continued walking. If she hadn’t, well, he would stop beside her and look directly at her, no games involved. He knew the location of her face based on the subtle clues of her breathing. So long as she kept inhaling and exhaling, Romulus would not lose sight of her. Dearest, darling Asia. It would appear that you and I have a lot in common. He grinned, then moved against her, almost in a way that would suggest dominance in perhaps a different kind of area than pack ranking. If she was going to play sensual with him, he would play the card right back at her. If he had the chance, he would move in front of her, stop her movement and press his skeleton up against her own. But unfortunately, I’ve only just met you, and I’m not that sort of guy. He smiled crookedly and moved out of her path. Space between them was unconscious for him. Romulus had tried to stay far from others ever since… The smile swept itself away and left a stoic expression that would not change until later on. He really did have no interest in playing with this girl right now. He had already grown tired of her game and was looking forward to the time when he could actually lose her presence and designate himself a place where he could sleep, unbothered by females and their relentless, crazed notions. He was now waiting for her to continue walking. The only reason he needed her right now was for her to lead him to his new monarch. A figure that he would devote himself entirely to and work himself to the death for. It was, after all, the only way he could keep his mind off of other things. What a soldier this blind bastard would make.  |
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