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: 189.149.127.131
Posted on February 25, 2016 at 10:22:09 PM by Herchel && Satchael
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Herchel had left their homelands almost a month ago, and Sachael had been following him, watching each night as the new moon turned full, and still it seemed, they were no closer to locating Lucifer, or the rest of their close knit cult. Lucifer had left his homelands several moons ago, while auburn and pyrite leaves clung desperately to the slender skeletons of trees, and small creatures searched desperately for a little nook or cranny in which they could spend the cold winter months. Eventually, the leaves had all turned brown and tumbled across the terra with a scraping noise, and cool nights turned into frost covered mornings. When none had seen hide nor hair of Lucifer, a select few banded together and set off in search of their brindled commander. Soon, frost covered mornings turned into snowy evenings and empty bellies. Those that remained of Lucifer's small army grew restless. Herchel watched the moon anxiously, Satchael knew her brother missed the company of his devilish commander in chief. When the snow began to melt, a new moon rose, and still none had heard from Lucifer, nor the band that had gone after them, Herchel took his smaller counterpart and abandon their homeland as well, heading west, the direction they had last seen Lucifer's tail disappearing in, and followed the poorly marked trail the group that had left before, left for them. Claw marks upon trees, and long since faded scent markers took the yin and yang painted duo farther than either of the two had imagined. Herchel had begun their journey leading the way, Sachael always a few pawsteps behind her midnight and starlight brother, her nose, bumping his hip occasionally as they traveled. However, as the trail faded with time, the larger gladiator grew frustrated and his demeanor became irritated and angry. When the moon was half full, Sachael took the lead, moving up her brother's flank, and bumping his shoulder with her own, the shorter of the two matching warriors gently relieved her brother from his duty, and Herchel was content to let Sachael attempt to follow what was left of their washed out trail toward Lucifer. Occasionally, the pair would pause to renew the trail, careful to leave a way for those behind them to locate whatever would become their new home. When Herchel paused for too long and fell behind, Sachael would glance behind, hellfire optics meeting a carbon copy of herself, Herchel was Sachael's security blanket, so long as the large hessian was within her reach, the female warrior knew, whatever came for them, the two would have no issue fighting it off. When the full moon sank into the horizon, and the sun rose, Herchel nudged his sister. The two had stumbled upon the border of Blossom Forest late in the evening, long after the sun had set and the twinkling light of the stars had been all that was left to guide the pair. Finally, exhausted and unable to continue, the duo dug out a shallow den at the base of a tree, curling into one another, the way pups cuddle toward one another for warmth, the duo faded into a deep, fast sleep. Now however, the time for sleep was over. The lands they now found themselves in was rich with prey, and soon after Satchael stretched out her limbs, one onyx audit flickers slightly, as a deep snuffle reaches her. Her Ivory and ebony painted cranium lifts slightly, swiveling to glance over her moon dyed shoulder, fire opal opticals searching for her counterpart's physique. Herchel had his coal sniffer buried deep within a rabbit's den, paws clawing at the opening as the gladiator attempts to widen it, fishing hungrily for the plump hare he knows resides within this undersized burrow. Large paws dig at the surface of the ground, sending shrapnel of terra in a spray behind him, silt sized grains of dirt landing within his sister's spotless ivory pelt, Herchel hears her indignant snort. As she moves out of the way, the oddly painted knight backs up, pulling his muzzle from within the ground, and crème and midnight paws begin digging eagerly at the ground, destroying the small cavern the rabbit resides within, and barking loudly upon discovering his prize. The midnight and moonlight painted gladiator seizes the plump rabbit quickly, wrenching the small creature out from within it's den, and shaking it viciously. The small prize shrieks loudly in terror, alerting all within a mile radius that the two toned warriors were not only in the area, but Herchel and Satchael were on the hunt. As the large rabbit screams for it's life, sharp ivory fangs clamp down upon tender muscles, ending the terrorized noise his prey was emitting and snarling angrily. Sachael watches silently from behind her brother, watching as the crimson liquid stains his jowls, dripping down the vicious gladiator's neck, Herchel sets his meal down, stripping skin and meat away from clean ivory bones, spattering blood upon his paws, the blood vanishes in the darkness of his black paw, however, it stains his creamy painted paw a sharp crimson. Not bothering to clean the blood off, his gaze turns suddenly, tossing what's left of the small carcass, sending it flying through the air. Sachael rears up upon her rear starlight appendages, her jaw clamping tightly upon the creature, blood spattering her face, crimson flecks reaching all the way to her shoulders and chest, as the femme fatale lands hard upon her front paws, tearing flesh away from bone, her satin muzzle stained a deep, bright red. Finally, Sachael looks up at Herchel, fire opal optics meeting in agreement, and the smaller female steps forward, cleaning a spot of blood from her brothers muzzle before moving forward again, tracking the ever fading scents of their cult. The yin and yang painted twins move silently, as one being through the ever growing underbrush of Blossom. Spring had come forward in full force, birds sang loudly, swooping and diving into the canopy of fresh new green leaves, and the small buds of flowers that had pushed their way through soupy earth the moon before, had now opened into an array of both color and scent. As the sun hovered high within a cerulean painted sky, the damp air warmed almost past a comfortable temperature, the duo's pelts were thick, meant for guarding against cold air, not basking within the rays of the sun. matching hairs meld together as Satchael and Herchel walk together, Satchael slightly in the lead, Herchel's now bloodied muzzle never falling past her hip, his jaw resting almost atop her spine as the larger knight walks practically on top of his sister. Finally, as the pair neared Malignant Felicity, even Herchel could not deny the scent of Lucifer surrounding them, a carefully guarded border sat, separating this part of the forest from what lay within. Sachael thought nothing of moving forward, however she felt a sharp nip at her ankle and turned to find her matching counterpart sitting respectfully upon Lucifer's border. Backing up, the midnight and moonlight ess sat alongside her brother, who throws his large cranium back, his howl loud and commanding, however submissive. Sachael, never one to be left out, joins her brother in his summons for Lucifer, and then, four fire opal optics stare into the darkness of the forest, waiting. Word Count: 1,230 |
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