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 July 27, 2015 at 01:00:44 AM by ROMULUS
The stranger let out a long, exhausting sigh that nearly made Romulus hope he didn’t have the balls to stay too long because if Rom was going to be an ass, maybe it wasn’t worthy trying to get into the pack. But of course he was wrong. The idiot stayed. I’m looking to find a pack and I was looking to stay here if you will have me. There was a lot of “looking” in that sentence, which pissed the maned wolf off even further. Not that he was pissed already, but his play piss just turned into real piss. Was this guy an idiot? Or did he like to fuck around with people for the hell of it? My name is Radke. Before Romulus, in all his testosterone powered glory, could open his mug to speak, someone else joined in on the mix. Immediately Rom’s hackles rose, unsure of the stranger. He’d never scented him before. But they slackened when the brute had signs of Malignant weaved into his scent like smoke on an old couch. I think we can find a place for you here, Radke. There will be a meeting soon but just for a heads up, my main goal for everyone right now is recruiting so if you run into any wolves in the open lands who fit our criteria here in Malignant, feel free to bring them along. This guy was even funnier than the first. Criteria? This ‘Radke’ fellow had only seen Romulus and whoever the hell this harkened angel might be. Criteria? Hmmm… let me see. Blind, really tall, handsome as fuck…. And pissy as hell. Right. Great criteria right there. A plus. As for you, friendly one. Romulus immediately turned to face the darkness, his scarred visage eerily pointed in the spot on direction. Despite now having all of his attention on his addressor, his eaves were still picking up on Radke’s movements. Should his breathing become too quick, or his body lower to the ground, his tail sweep the earth, his claws extend and dig themselves into the terra, his tongue swipe over his lips or anything that Rom did not see fit, the tall prince would immediately turn and send the cuckoo calling. I don’t believe we’ve met. Again, as with Kirastasia, Romulus, bastard prince, was struck with the fact that he could be anyone, anything, anybody right now. He could change direction in life. He could…I’m Devil May Cry, but you can call me Devil. What’s your name? Romulus felt a smug, cheerless grin touch the corners of one side of his mouth. It was a sneer that he hadn’t felt coming. The only downside to this introduction was that Romulus had no vision (which was also a plus side because this guy sounded like one ugly sob). But no--- it was because he could not see the position in which the brute held his plumage that Romulus could feel his words try to pull themselves back into his throat. Who was this guy? Rom took a guess and told himself he was higher up on the food chain than he himself was. A good guess, he supposed, since he wasn’t even classified as an Omega. To be graced by the presence of Wolfbane is something I was never keen on as a child. Though I suppose to meet the king of hell himself without first having the life seep from me is as great an honor as any. Romulus, my lord. Or Rom, should it please you as it has the women I’ve bedded. A grin snapped across his face. Not necessarily ‘devious.’ It was more… mischievous. He said nothing else. The power emanating from this particular aura was enough to convince him that he like the fellow. Whether or not the feeling was mutual… well… guess he would have to wait and see how his sassy way of speaking went over with the ‘lord.’ It amused him greatly to think that Radke had been ignored further. And that the blind hessain was the one who was getting the attention. How interesting, indeed.  |
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