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 December 14, 2015 at 06:27:55 AM by ROMULUS
When he awoke, it was always in spells. Whether or not his fever had gone down was something his body couldn’t comprehend. His vision was spotty and he could hardly tell up from down. But there was an absence. And so he moved, waking himself up from his trance. Maybe he could keep it at bay just long enough to figure out why her scent was gone for so long. She usually came flying back to him, convinced he was worth saving despite the many times he told her to just leave him. He had no reason to live anymore. Without Eriel, his past was pointless and aimless. He was an empty cocoon. The insect had dissolved into its shell. It would never break free or even be full. It was hollow. Stumbling to his stilts, the massive creature begged for air, his lungs draining him of his energy before he could catch himself and, eventually, follow the calorie to wherever she had gone. The borders. Surprise surprise. Not a lot of souls cared to join Malignant anymore. Which is why Romulus had chosen the place as his haven. He was away from his birth place, and he could pretend that he was merely a ghost in a land that was inhabited by as much. Alas.... There was something wrong. Kirastasia’s energy was much more turbulent. Something off… miss Asia was never thrown off her game. A shuffling of weight, the sound of unhinged muscles. Romulus pricked his charcoal domes. It would appear that time was on his side. Now if his… condition… would keep to itself. Little Doll, I would love nothing more than to go through you. Pretty little thing like yourself, you should choose your words more carefully. A snarl. Before he even realized it, Romulus was moving. He didn’t even wait for Kirastasia’s action. Whether or not she was caught off guard. Whether or not she would be open to sex with a stranger. Why? Maybe it was because she had the distinct perfume that reminded him of Eriel. Maybe because she was one of the only vargs to never leave him quite alone. Maybe because she had stayed by his side these past few weeks, keeping him from succumbing to his nightmares. With this man’s attention all on the girl, no doubt Romulus would be able to swiftly come up from his blind side (ha-ha very funny). The charcoal and russet warboy wasted no time in heaving the form away from the smaller girl. She probably wouldn’t appreciate his action. She never did have the reaction any other femme would. Was that what kept him returning to her? She was, along with she whom he would not name, the only female he had not made love to. There was nothing tying the two together. No strings. He would get a handle on this son of a bitch and he would throw him off the girl. Nothing more, nothing less. If it required more effort, so be it. But it was of no question that he would get him off Asia. Rape was not a part of the pack’s heirarchial system. Ah-ah-ah. He chuckled hoarsely, stitched eyes completely the opposite of the female’s, though he would never know it. While he made his vocal chords sing, he stepped in between Asia, pushing her back with his slanted rump. Around here, we value our females. However whore-ish they may act. This male… was large. Not that Romulus couldn’t size up next to him. Malignant had never been very known to have kalak’s, especially after Cold Summers became a haven for them to breed and frolic. And apparently their breed was not quite welcome in other areas of the world. Romulus could care less about how the man perceived him. Personally, he didn't really give a fuck. But as a lover, though not having forgotten how to be a fighter, Romulus was... disgusted... by the brute's actions. The fact that there was still a wolf like that in this wide expanse of territory. His first impression of the man, though he doubted he would care, was that he didn't particularly like the fellow. Unfortunately for you, I’m not one for fights. Especially regarding matters I’m not particularly inclined to put in my two cents worth. However, it is against my nature to rape. If miss Asia did wish to be touched in such a way, I’ll gladly step out of the way and leave you two kids to it. But if she did not… well it would appear that you’ll have to pick the disgusting meat off your bone in the clearing made for disputes. If she even wants to dacne with you. The blind man inhaled sharply. As one who's been around, I really couldn't care where your dick's been. But alas, my loyalty lies with miss Asia at the moment..  |
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- LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL December 15, 2015 at 08:41:27 AM
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