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 August 29, 2017 at 02:48:17 AM by X A R X E S
"It was the demon’s massive silhouette that buried the only, small glimmer of light that hugged the clearing. Xarxes had been in this place for a good while, pacing agitatedly, his head slowly rocking to either one of his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to stretch the tense muscles in his neck.
Recently, it had been entirely too silent in his… home? Would he consider this his home? A brief infatuation with the Queen had been what originally drew him to this land; exiled from his home world, Xarxes was pleased to find that this pack and its members had just as many flaws and secrets as he. Especially their Alphess. He continuously wondered to what extent it was that her mate betrayed and humiliated her. Was he not the same as the carcass she presented before them all?
Of course he was. He was repulsing and it was times like these that he began to realize it. But it was a demanding sickness, this one that the monochrome beast suffered from. He could not help but desire seeing these females in agony. What a cruel thrill he got out of it. Seeing Motionless and her display to Drizzt upon his arrival, her desperate plea for him to understand her reason, was enough to tug at Xarxes' emotions, if only for a mere second. Many did not, and would not, understand where the Queen had been coming from but he knew about her situation all too well. And while he had guaranteed himself that he would not interfere with any vixens that resided in his pack, Xarxes knew it would not be long before he would venture out to explore Blossom and find his next unknowing victim.
The beast shook his cranium as if in denial of himself as he lowered his rump onto the ground. Maybe it was the withdrawal that had him so tense.. Perhaps a short absence would do him well. A moment of silence, and then his thick maw would emit a low and deep bark. An invitation. Who was still left? Xarxes was just about to see if any of his comrades remained. With his heavy shoulders relaxed, rich chocolate hues scanned the area for anyone who decided to come out of the woodwork. "
OOC - Excuuuse his picture! I'm having a little trouble with his table so unfortunately it's improperly sized for the time being.
You've still got Hell to look forward to,
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