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 August 10, 2015 at 00:44:39 AM by CARNIVAL
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ALL HAIL THE QUEEN. I’m humming as I walk back into the territory. It’s a lilting tune, something sweet, something nostalgic, “la la laaa da, la da, la la laaa da, la da “ (pause for the slight cymbal bash here). I am two years old again, moving sinuously side to side and flashing a grin I have plagiarized from the Cheshire Cat. “Oh but baby,” I hiss into the cool, dry air, “We’re all mad here.” I move further, past a bush, a few trees, gliding through time with each step. I am three and I have made my first enemy. Another step, there’s a stream here that I stare into without drinking, watching my fur bleed gold in the reflection. I am three and I have killed my first enemy. Blood doesn’t taste as its color might lead one to believe. I thought it would be sweet like a berry, or dry as a musty wine pooling from the damaged stock of burnt out villages (my home before Desolation, my beautiful, burnt straw home whose empty Ferris Wheel inspired my name). But no. As you all know, blood tastes like copper, both the color and the metal. Metal. Medal. Meddle. That’s what I’m doing here, just meddling. Meddling, peddling, spreading my wares around this damned forest in the hopes that one fool, one desirable fool, might buy them. I was breaking three goons backed by a Princess and a Soldier when the night fell. What they do not tell you, when you are pledged to the night, is that when it falls…you fall too. Now they wander off into the light, spared, I’d assume, by some lowly entity to live their lives free from sin and bathed in innocence instead of blood. Innocence tastes like boredom. Boring, one thing my land is not. I sit carefully at the border, appraising the darkness on the other side. My grin melts to and from my maw like the Cat pulling its strings behind my heart. Oh Devil, baby, am I to understand that you waited for me? GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. |
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