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: 68.42.116.77
Posted on March 13, 2016 at 01:58:36 PM by Herchel && Satchael
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It had not taken Lucifer long to arrive before the midnight and moonlight duo, the brindled spawn of the devil himself eyed the yin and yang pair with both acceptance and wariness, and Satchael wrinkled her nose in his presence. Their hellfire king reeked of the scent of some common raveness. Satchael lowered fire opal portals away from Lucifer, unwilling to meet his gaze until the slender woman was capable of accepting some simple bitch was now the property of Lucifer. Herchel and Satachel had grown alongside Lucifer, and always had the brindled leader been manipulative, Satchael could not help but wonder how long it would take Lucifer to become bored of his newly acquired playtoy and discard her like he so often did the princesses of their homeland. Satchael did not have long to ponder this, for, while her gaze had shifted to ink dipped paws, Herchel had stood in the presence of his king. His leader. Herchel respected no wolf the way he respected Lucifer, and if in this very moment Lucifer's command were to lay on his back so Lucifer could latch sharp ivorys around his larynx and rip out Herchel's windpipe, the uniquely painted warrior would most likely obey, much to his counterpart's dismay. However, instead of a true reprimand, Lucifer gifted his twins a chance. Hellfire opticals run themselves over every inch of the hand painted marionettes, brindled hairs relaxing as a sharp, yet playful reprimand escapes his lips, and Satchael rises alongside her brother, fire painted lanterns looking upward slightly to her own commander. Satchael again felt torn in her loyalties. The warioress had always obeyed every command Lucifer had come up with for the timberess to obey, even as children the girl with a coat so unique some rumored it was hand painted by the gods. Perhaps Tor and Fenris had gifted her a pelt to be envied, a pelt the valkyrie shared with her brother. To regress. despite the unique stature Satchael had been born with, her orders had always come from Lucifer himself, and while Herchel would gladly throw himself off a cliff if Lucifer ordered it, Satchel, in her heart, preferred to answer to her brother first, and Lucifer second. As the pair stand at Lucifer's handcrafted border, smeared with his own scent and that of whatever ess he seemed to have taken under his wing, Satchael awaited her brother's response to Lucifer's playful stab. Herchel had spent years following Lucifer, fighting alongside the brindled warrior and following every command without delay, and so when the two sided words leave Lucifer's lips, Herchel is not thrown by the tone of voice his demon commander uses, but the language that leaves his lips. "Had you left us a better trail to follow, perhaps we would have arrived alongside the rest." Herchel retorts, his voice bordering annoyed, but his stature submissive, never would Herchel actually question Lucifer, and Herchel trusts his brindled leader knows this. "Or maybe we just wanted you to ourselves" Satchael's voice is soft and teasing, as her gemstone gazers finally raise to meet Lucifer's flame painted lanterns, her voice almost a purr, and playing on seductive as she winds her bodice around her brother, a smirk written across her face. "You know how we enjoy a good threesome" |
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