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 September 7, 2015 at 08:44:02 PM by ROMULUS
Whatever the missy said, it wasn’t something that Romulus could process in his brain at the moment. Actually, processing was not in his vocabulary right then. The wheels in his head seemed to have caught on something… a boulder that, after stopping the movement of one gear, led to silence for the rest. And right now, that silence was earth-shattering. When the agonizing feeling of a head rush had passed, he became vaguely aware of Kirastasia’s presence next to him. Her breaths suggested scenting, but Romulus had nothing of interest on him—even he knew that much. What the hell…? The stilted warboy didn’t catch the rest, for he was struggling to even breathe correctly. Flashes of Eriel kept coming, a force that couldn’t be reckoned with. It was as if Mother Nature had finally settled her spear upon the bastard prince. And he was helpless to stop it. In her robed glory, weapon in hand and eyes narrowed towards him, Romulus was a peasant without clothes, stumbling and bleeding upon fiery coals. The feeling of comfort did not come. Not even when a touch was given to him from whomever was beside him. Was it karma? And as soon as the goddesses spear touched his skin, the burn became even more intolerable. In person, Romulus was spasming. His body began to try to account for his sporadic attitude, and it’s temperature started escalating rapidly. His scarred face took to the skies and his mouth opened, wheezing. Attempting to choke something out. Forcing the flesh inside of him to move in an unnatural way. But in his internal being, he was reliving her. “I pulled away from you because I KNEW. I KNEW that you would be looked down on! I WANTED YOU TO MOVE BACK.” Those touches were just instigators for her return to him. The blinding pain, no pun intended, mere days after he had taken his watchers out and she lay beside him, he guarding her from the touch of rain in his own den. The closest thing to what he wanted to do with her had happened that day. “Don’t you see?” A kiss. A touch. An unknown feeling of power and the need to protect. The hope that they could be forever that way. And then the spear fell into his flesh, cutting into his skin. Eriel looking away from him after he had sidled up next to the new girl in Cold Summers, becoming a little too familiar with her. All of it. Every single jerk ass move, every single smirk, disgustingly sinful grin, everything was for you.” Eriel when he came back stinking of whores and women who begged for his attention.Can you see what it was like? To want something SO bad. To desire a kiss, a small touch, an exchange of words—but know that it would dirty the one who you viewed as a blessing? Eriel at a young age, her gaze still unfaltering.“I knew the words that never came directly. I knew the looks, the thoughts that passed through heads. She was looking straight at him.The only thing I know is resisting the something that you want so badly it hurts to even think about.” But he broke the contact.I’ve always loved you, Eriel. His head hurt then. That was when his eyes first gave notice of their failing. His first meeting with her—he was young. I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. Too young.But how the fuck could I ever hope to be something of value when all I ever was, was garbage? Eriel was young as well, but not as young as he was.You were meant for greater things He had thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Eriel laughing. Eriel smiling. Eriel breathing. Eriel watching. Eriel. Blood broke from his throat and he coughed it out, stumbling away from the naïve touches of someone who didn’t know what was happening. Who couldn’t see what he saw. The torture was sending spider web cracks through his body. You’re the temptation I can’t accept. A golden apple. I can wish and hope for it all I want, but it’s never to be touched by those banished by their own mother. Romulus pushed away from the collision between his flesh and whatever had come after him. My choice to ‘protect’ you may have been a foolish one in your eyes, but I did all I could to throw you in the direction of something more desirable. He was swallowed by darkness. A creature from hell doesn’t deserve to even think of a being with wings. How could he escape it? There wasn’t a way. He was trapped within it. And he would forever be trapped. A dog in a cage much too small for him.THIS DARKNESS IS ONLY FILLED WITH THE WRONGS IV’E COMMITTED FOR YOU. His throat cracked, and blood started trickling from it. “I’m happy.As he coughed, it spilled out, lines of red from the side of his charcoal lips.“I’m happy. But he didn’t taste it. He couldn’t feel it.I’ve finally matched myself with what I’ve always been seen as. Rom had become all but numb to the physical pain that took his body. It was the mental agony he couldn’t stand. THIS DARKNESS IS ONLY FILLED WITH THE WRONGS I’VE COMMITTED FOR YOU. The kalak attempted to move, looking every which way, hushed words coming from his crazed mouth. Things he’d said in a memory that was just that. Something he could only look back on. Words like: can’t see and where is she. Tears begged to fall. They so desperately wanted to break loose. But there was no outlet. And as a pot does under pressure from colliding with hard earth, Romulus broke. There was no sound at first. All his movements stopped. A windup toy soldier who had stopped his mad marching. Then. A scream tortured its way through his esophagus, ignoring his attempt to stop it in its tracks and it fired away through his vocals, hitting the atmosphere with such pressure that Rom felt his ebony auds give a pop in response to it. Blood trickled further down his lips, encasing his gums in scarlet and dying his ivories rustic. It echoed. And it twisted. The fever reached a frightening temperature. It continued, his head threatening to collapse in on itself. Madness. Pure. Utter. Madness. Eriel. It was a whisper. A croak. And then it was a question. Eriel…? Flashes of reality came back to him. Where he was. Malignant. Eriel! He begged for her. Who was with him? A girl. He turned his head and it cocked to the side, though not in a questioning way. It was complete madness. It was too tilted. His neck shook, threatening to break under the weight of his sins.. ERIEL. Now it was a command. His ivories dug into his tongue on accident, filling his mouth with more blood. Who the girl was. Kirastasia. A puppeteer. He smirked softly, liquid rubies tumbling to the ground, plopping loudly against the terra firma. This seemed to bring him back somehow. In a roundabout way, at least. Rom looked opposite of Asia and screamed again, his ribs smashing into his organs. ERIEL!!! He would have moved, but the way he was standing was against such crazed things. The hellion stumbled to the side, nearly eating the dirt when his ebon leg caught under him. And then he stopped totally. Frozen. A cry on his lips fumbled its way out, bubbling with blood. Finally, complete darkness took over. Mother Nature’s spear had pierced through his skull, touching a part of him that should never be touched by anything. Romulus took a fall. Immediately he felt the grasp of the earth around him, holding him as it once held his mother’s body, now too decayed and broken to even be seen as who she once was. Mother Nature began decaying too. Her flesh ripped off her muscle, and then that peeled back to reveal bone. The spear remained imbedded in him. But it was just the beginning of a nightmare he would have real trouble escaping from. Romulus seized, clawing the ground from where he lay on his side. He wanted to get up. To run from the shadows that now took flight from Mother’s rib cage and the hollows of her eyes. He screamed again, tortured by unseen demons and beings of darkness. They were the natives of the same night he had put himself into. And they had finally gathered enough courage to fuse together into something he did not wish to see. Screams. Horrifying screams of terror and torture came from Romulus’s body, the side of his face bloodied from the puddle forming beneath his head from his mouth. It would stop, eventually. But for now, he was just beginning to see the cage he would be trapped in. His time was up. It had been ticking away for months. Ever since his mother’s heartbeat had slowed and he had abandoned Odessa to her fate. Ever since he had left Eriel so that she may find something better. And it had begun it’s final countdown after he had visited Cold Summers, attempting to see just what had become of her, only to find that she was no longer there. Agonizing yells moved forward past the screams. These were to show that he was not JUST afraid, but he was in total pain. Pain that could only come from the singing touch of hellfire. Vibrations resounded past him. He could imagine the being next to him. Faceless, colorless. Kirastasia. He jerked himself, attempting to stop his seizure like symptoms of madness. ..ia… He flicked his auds in her direction. Run. From what? The shadows. And from there, Romulus succumbed to that fever his body had thrown at him. For what could it do? What else could explain his behavior? It was trying to rid itself of whatever Romulus knew was there.  |
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