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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What doesn't kill me......Makes me stronger
IP: 99.191.202.2
Posted on August 29, 2016 at 01:41:41 AM by Akuji


I won’t give up until I destroy you all.
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He no longer appeared to be the regal kalak that he once had... No longer was he the healthy and fit fighter that he had previous been, for wounds marked the entirety of his form. His hair was torn from him, and his flesh was flailed open, and he walked a definitive limp. This was two fold - in part from the irritation and inflammation to his healed fracture, and in part from his new wounds... And of course Akuji had not seen fit to cleanse himself. So dried blood - some of it his, but most of it belonging to others - was caked all over him, giving him a demonic appearance, making him look as if he had walked right out of a nightmare.

And he could not care less.

What he cared about, instead, was what he had nearly done. What he had nearly succeeding at doing. Once his father had triggered him, his mind had been held captive in the very prison that had once held his demon, and that very demon had been released. 'Perdere'. It was both his trigger word and the title assigned to him because of his actions. He had once been the feared assassin at his father's right side - for he would fight until the day was won, and never lost track of a mark... But a crazed wolf was hard to control, and then he had snapped, murdering two wolves who were not sanctioned kills...

But to digress the demon Perdere had been released by Farant, and the tides had turned, with Akuji fighting against his own kin - no, not kin for that was not specific enough. Akuji was pitted against his sister, and the wolves closest to being able to be called his friends... And against her. Briefly, Akuji shot a look at her with his muddy eyes, and stared at her for a few moments or until she looked at him, whichever happened first. He could not say anything to her. He would not. How could he explain? How could he ever... Apologize... For what could have been?

He had nearly killed her when she had stuck herself in his path. Farant demanded her blood, but had not wanted her dead so that she could be his next breeding machine... And then somehow Katia had saved him from himself... Had saved herself from him. The events around it was very much still blurry to Akuji, for whenever the demon was released he felt like a passenger in a nightmare, and could remember bits and pieces but the exact details were lost on him. All he knew was that he had suddenly been free. Free from his prison with Perdere safely behind the bars once more, and Akuji had gone on to return to fight against Farant and his minions until the battle had been won. Since the end, Akuji had hardly been able to look at Katia, let alone talk to her. Other than mumbling something about returning back to Malignant Felicity, he had remained silent.

But that did not mean his mind was quiet.

He was full of questions - 'Why had she put herself in harms way - in his way? How had she freed him? Was she scared of him, now that she had seen his true self? Where were they now, now that all of this had occurred? With the threat of Farant gone, would they return to Cold Summers? Or would, perhaps, Caspian take her away to the council?' For now, they would all have to remain unanswered, for as they crossed the boundary into Malignant, a call crossed into his auds. "Fucking serious?" The words were mumbled under his breath, but he obeyed and headed toward the interior, rolling his eyes. All he wanted to do was to rest, but nonetheless he painted a stoic mask across his face and tensed his muscles, his limp disappearing as he hid his pain. The bloodstained kalak strode proudly toward the Queen of Malignant and stood before her, silent. "I see you have managed not to lose the pack yet. Congratulations." His sarcasm was thick, especially with his exhaustion causing him to be even more gruff than normal.

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||Akuji|| ||Untainted|| ||Malignant Felicity|| ||Adult||





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