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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i feel the malice in my veins
IP: 207.182.86.215
Posted on April 10, 2017 at 02:29:45 PM by XARXES




He had seen it all before. Countless of times. Some random would decide to step up and steal an abandoned throne as their own, only to later desert it after a short matter of time. But it seemed that she was different than those. This ghost returned to haunt her kingdom. Partially concealed by the shadows cast by the night, the monochrome demon surveyed her through chestnut hues as she emerged back into her territory.

Everyone had their skeletons shoved deep down within their closets. Xarxes knew of this very well, but was one of the few who chose to keep his skeletons hidden; he suppressed these secrets so well that nobody in his everyday life would accuse him to be the monster that he was. However, this queen.. she decided to bring her skeletons out with her – in every literal sense. His heavy crown would cock to the side until the realization of what the matted up furball was finally hit him; then, the faintest of smirks would cross his kissers.

He would usually steer clear of any pack, - once his allies discovered the devil's truth, what he could contribute to the land was never enough for them to look past his.. lifestyle. But based on the exhibit that the ghost was putting on, Xarxes could not help but assume that the temptress knew a lot about inner demons. It was a nearly impulsive decision, a foreign action for such a cool headed boy, that sent him ambling in the direction of the woman.

The beast did not care to hold or silence his steps as he neared the queen and the one comrade that surfaced. There was no need for introductions now, - the kalak was in the middle of barking snide comments at the woman whenever Xarxes arrived. Instead, he immediately lowered himself upon his pale haunches; chocolate hues following the queen in curiosity as he waited to address her.

OOC - I am so sorry that this is SUPER rushed and all over the place but I wanted to get something up for you as fast as possible!


And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue,
You've still got Hell to look forward to,
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