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 July 31, 2017 at 02:22:41 AM by Drizzt
A Promise Was Made ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ He had fled from Motionless and the rest of the pack in the clearing. He didn’t belong there, hell, he didn’t belong anywhere really. But to see her… to see his friend cherish the corpse of the man she had murdered… it had shocked him. It had rocked the very foundations of his beliefs and of his trust in her. Had not he proclaimed to Pierce how righteous she was, how kind and caring? Drizzt knew that his father and his grandfather had both killed other Putnar… but they had done it out of need. Drizzt shrugged… by Motionless’ own words she had killed Morrissey out of need too. But unlike Motionless, neither Aindreas nor Kalgalath had lorded their kill. Had kept it as a prize. Had dragged it however many miles to their home to play show-and-tell with their subordinates. But Motionless had. And… it just didn’t seem right. Or, at least, it hadn’t… but now that he knew what he knew… Drizzt saw the world differently. Had it been a fortuitous twist of fate that had led Adara to Malignant Felicity yesterday, just so she could be there when Drizzt underwent his change. How she had even known to find him there, Drizzt did not know, but she had. She had comforted him when pain had wracked his body, had helped him clean the blood from his flesh and pelt… only it all had not cleaned out. Always had the varg had the purest of white pelts, just like his father. Snowy hairs unmarred by anything… until now. Though he had killed no other vargs, his pelt would forever be stained by the pelt of a varg - his own blood. His ivory furr now was instead a mild cream color that varied in its shades depending where on the body it was. And his eyes… Adara had told him his eyes had changed color too, although Drizzt had yet to have the heart to find a body of water to stare at his own reflection. He could not much account for the changes, but he had heard the voices as surely as Adara had, and he suspected his own father and his cousin. He understood so much now, and yet… there was so much he could not comprehend. Drizzt knew he had a lifetime to figure it all out, but for now, there was just one thing to think about - Where was his relationship currently at with Motionless? She had called for him, and he had responded in kind, his limbs carrying him nearer her. How would he respond upon seeing her, now that he knew about this new darkness in the world, the new darkness in himself even? He had always been even-keeled, but now it was so much different. Now he could feel rage curdling under his skin, pushing toward the surface and begging to be released. Would it unfurl itself onto her? Or would he be able to see her point of view that much better now? And as for her, would she even recognize him, now that his pelt, his eyes, and most likely his cologne was different? If all there was was his voice and his words trying to convince her that he was still Drizzt, would she listen? So much was left to the unknown. So much was uncertain. Yet he was before her now, watching her cry as she peered into a puddle, staring at herself. The earth smelled of rain, of the earth itself. He peered down and saw that his paws were making deep tracks in the mud, but deeper still were the paths of tears down Motionless’ face. Drizzt involunarily took another step toward her, but then stopped. Would she attack him, this stranger? This grown varg with the alien form? “Motionless?” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
Replies:
- AGAINST THE WALL , WE FALL FROM GRACE - By MOTIONLESS August 1, 2017 at 08:17:10 AM
even though i am shrouded in darkness - By Drizzt August 6, 2017 at 10:58:05 PM
AGAINST THE WALL , WE FALL FROM GRACE - By MOTIONLESS August 17, 2017 at 02:40:44 AM
Even though i am shrouded in darkness - By Drizzt August 21, 2017 at 11:55:09 AM
AGAINST THE WALL ; WE FALL FROM GRACE - By MOTIONLESS August 23, 2017 at 10:09:02 PM
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