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.
IP: 24.96.175.152
Posted on February 21, 2016 at 04:39:42 AM by Azriel
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Neither sibling offered a welcome home, not that the little white ghost had expected one. She was glad to know that things remained close to the same, save the new terra. She tucked away her crown and let her lids close, a light sleep settled over her. Anyone who had followed would surely be along quickly but until then she would try to catch a bit of shut eye. The days had been as active as her nights and that meant the little bird was running low on sleep. Each chance or break she took was well deserved in her mind, but she had pulled longer shifts back home. She remembered days and nights spent sleepless and the rounds she would make trying to gather intelligence and scout for royal servants and whatnot. Those fools had never known who she was or what her name was, they blabbed on and on about pointless things but through all of it she would gain snippets of precious intel. That was afterall her job and she, not to brag, was very good at what she did. Fancy seeing you cats here, where’s the welcome party and the big striped rock we call a leader? Elijah… damn. The one wolf she had hoped hadn’t trailed in. Snowy lids lifted to reveal pools of fire and brimstone, their aim pinpointed at the black striped hellion. A snarl lifted her lips but she remained silent, no sounds emitted. Elijah ought to know better than to mess with her temper. The many scars across his face were her works of art, she hoped he would have learned his lesson, but old habits die hard. And Elijah, well he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. His habits would have to die when he did. Azriel turned away her burning gaze and tucked her nose back into her chest and let herself drift into a light slumber once again. Trying to shut out any more of his remarks but should he decide to fan the flames, well Azriel wouldn’t be one to give up a fair shot at Elijah’s already marred façade. She smirked quietly at the thought of adding a fresh new scar to the brutes face, maybe that would lighten her day. But her peace could not last as the scent of their long lost commander infiltrated her nares. Her lids slitted allowing her vision to rest upon the figure of their commander, Duma. She held a harsh gaze gathering all of their attention though Azriel lacked the patience to play into the show. The commander relaxed and pulled away to her own thoughts. Azriel rose up to her paws and stretched out, her chest dipped to the ground, her slender figure rose up, her tail fluffed out and hung stationary behind her. She pulled up, the audible pop of her spine giving her the go. And it seemed to be in perfect timing as the thunder of heavy paws broke the silence around them and the smallest of smiles lifted Azriel’s rose lips. Lucifer’s brindled frame broke through the foliage, and broad smile cracked across his features. Family! Welcome home! It is my utmost joy to present to you a hard won home and sanctuary for the damned and deranged. Malignant Felicity is proud to give her shelter to you. Where are the others? Azriel had noticed that very few had showed, but that would not dim the high spirit of their King. It is good to see you again, I had hoped we would be home for this, but I find Malignant a far more suitable and attractive base. Azriel’s crown nodded ever so slightly in agreement. And it was then that a midnight cloaked ess strode up beside Lucifer, her maw split into a grin of almost equal magnitude to that of Lucifer. He introduced the shadow as Lucaya, but the main focus was to feed and house his weary soldiers. And Azriel felt as if she could have slept for days to make up for the many months of lost sleep. The raven girl dashed away and the scout could only assume there were more of them lurking in the shadows. But the white shadow was more occupied by the thought of a good meal, something she hadn’t had in many a moon. | |
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