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 24, 2016 at 11:26:02 PM by Drizzt
A Promise Was Made ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ‘And what would that be?’ Drizzt opened his mouth to explain, but then another brute arrived, a kalak that Drizzt did not remember being here the last time that he was here. His violets stared sharply at the stranger, evaluated the damage dealt to him, and yet it apparently had not stolen the varg’s ability to brood. Drizzt was taken aback by this titan, and for some reason he could not put into words, he could not explain… he did not trust him. Drizzt himself had never met a kalak before, at least not that he could remember, and thus could not even claim that he was biased based on his knowledge of them as a breed or based on past experiences… but it was true. He did not trust the varg. Finally, he blinked and turned his attentions back toward Motionless, his façade softening once again. The teen sat, folding his long lanky limbs beneath him as he got comfortable. His kissers pursed and parted to let loose his tale – a most surprising one. “Stormy Horizion has fallen from Spring Grounds. Instead, it is Pierce who now reigns. Stormy returned briefly at the beginning and very nearly took it back, but since has been quiet. For my part, I raised to him the idea of an alliance with Malignant Felicity, with you. I told him that you were a great leader and a fair ruler, and he seemed to have interest in it, despite some resistance." Drizzt left out that it was his own father who had been voicing most of the resistance – what good would that do? True, Aindreas had once been pleasant with Motionless and had put himself in the ess’ debt, but Stormy’s own feelings had rubbed off his father… at any rate, the brute smiled once more before looking at the group as Motionless spoke to them. ‘Thank you all for coming. I know most of you remember the little pup I had to take back to see his father when I first claimed this throne. Well, he has returned. Though it may be for a visit, it is still a delight. And with that I'd like to purpose a pack hunt.’ Drizzt’s audettes perked up and he peered at the Queen, façade filled with amusement and wonder. This was, perhaps the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for him. The second nicest, or maybe the runner up for the first nicest, had also been performed by Motionless – when she had done what she had just spoken off, bringing him home. And now, at his return, she had thrown together a meeting to get others to meet him and celebrate his return? With amazement – and not for the first time – Drizzt wondered how it was that Stormy Horizion had such an issue with his bestest of friends. After all, she was kind and sweet and amicable. She was loyal and truthful and had not forgotten him, even in all of the months of his absence. The war between the two packs made no sense to him, but this – this did. Her desire to protect her pack and bring them together made sense to him. Pools, brightly lit by the emotion running thickly through his veins, looked at each of the wolves – in most of them, the loyalty to their leader was all too obvious. Even in the kalak, who was sour in attitude, had come as soon as the Alphess had called – he had to be loyal to something, even it wasn’t exactly the Queen herself. “Miss Motionless, the kindness that you incessantly bestow upon me is overwhelming. I will admit that I have never been on a pack hunt, but I will contribute my own skills willingly, and look forward to it truly. As for the rest of you, I thank you for welcoming back – truly this was my home as a pup and I cannot express how amazing it is to have the permission to return. Though I live elsewhere now, this place will always be part of me, and hold a piece of my heart.” In many ways, Drizzt was similar to his father – he was overly civil with impeccable manners, his overall appearance, the way he tended to be an outcast in larger gatherings… but Drizzt vocalized his thoughts and feelings much more fully that his father ever had and more than he most likely ever would. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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