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 September 28, 2017 at 01:55:58 AM by XARXES
I t was a sickness that Xarxes tried to get away from on various occasions. But the monochrome demon’s past would always come back to haunt him; the hunger that he endured was intense and gnawing. A monster, criminal, murderer, tormentor. A beast is exactly what this devil was. He finally gave way to the sensation, allowing his cravings to take control over him. He was feared greatly and viewed with repulsion. Packs denied him. Females who knew of him ran and hid. The great beast was eventually banished from his homeland.
Once he arrived in Blossom, the enormous male pledged himself to Caidir Olc. Here, he was able to repress his hunger, if only for a while. A significant part of what held him back from his thirst was Motionless. What was left of the demon’s sane mind began to question his actions. Was he and her mate not alike? Her dramatic performance and her confession stayed in the back of his mind for a long while.
But he had not seen any sign from Motionless in weeks. His illness, like venom, began to poison his cranium once more.
It was this same poison that made the monochrome male take Perdere’s offer into consideration. Chocolates hues met and stared back into equally as warm ones. A cruel smirk found its way upon his ebony kissers. “Very well… Perhaps I do have sick tendencies of my own,” his vocals purred from deep within his chest cavity. The ivory stained male now relaxed back onto his haunches, his orbs staying on the silhouette of the new acquaintance. “Do not leave just yet –, “his rich lyrics shredded the silence once Perdere had turned a shoulder towards him, “Instead, tell me, how may I assist you? What trouble shall we find first?” A type of deal? However, one with two devils. Xarxes tilted his large crown to the side, curious to what the male would propose next.
You've still got Hell to look forward to,
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