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 October 16, 2017 at 06:42:02 PM by XARXES
The excitement that fueled Xarxes large framing propelled him away from the earth, his thick stilts pushing his black and white silhouette to its full height in one swift motion. Chocolate hues captured the other’s, though now they were melting and full of warmth, charged with the fiery anticipation that now consumed the beast. The slender male was proposing their arrangement; but it was in vain. He had already peeked Xarxes’ interest and won him over. What he spoke of now was just icing on top of the cake; words and phrasing that gained the kalak a sense of trust and respect within the mind of the demon.
"Don’t you see, Perdere? These others are already fearful of us,” Xarxes' rich vocals purred from deep within his chest cavity as he proceeded towards his tall opposite. “That is why our kind is banished, forbidden to inhabit their lands! Even the strongest of alphas have dared not to mutter my name, for fear that it would attract me. Although I am lured by one thing only; and that is women. Tell me, Perdere. Have you seen the faces of these pretty dolls as they writhe in pain, in pure agony? What I can, would do, and already done have, to their daughters is unspeakable.” The thoughts began to colonize inside of the demon’s cranium, the burn of longing consuming his frame. “These wolves are the opposite of us. They are pathetic and weak creatures! They could never stand before us, so they are left with the easiest of options. And that is to remove the threat; us.” The monochrome devil circled past the slender male, spheres ablaze, his colossal body inching away from their meeting place and fixating on the outside of the pack lands. Xarxes’ thick cranium twisted across his broad shoulder to look back into features of the brute. “Perdere, we are already great as separate creatures. However, the two of us together? I could not imagine. We would be unstoppable, everyone’s worst nightmares. You are right, once again, my friend. It has been far too long that I have concealed my hunger from this world. And I am sure that you are alike in this sense… so what is there to wait for? Come, Perdere, let us raise some hell!” And with the end of his sentence came the end to the agreement between the two devils. They were now partners. All there was left, was for the couple to start some trouble.
You've still got Hell to look forward to,
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