There wasn't <i>anything</i> to hold on to though

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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There wasn't anything to hold on to though
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Posted on October 16, 2017 at 11:32:51 PM by Holly

It seems as though she has lived here forever, and nothing had ever been any different. She knows she wasn't born here, and yet her thoughts of always having been here remained. It's not the most beautiful place amongst the territories, isn't even filled with the most lovely of wolves, but it's home. She knows that to outsiders it looks like hell, the den of insatiable vampires. What is there to her home that others don't know? Outsiders were truly ignorant if they didn't see the value here, or if they didn't care to even think beyond the vampiric masses that called this place home.

She has a network of paths and stratagem all locked up in her mind's eye, because when she had not turned as a child she had to evolve in a way different than raw power. She did not slack on keeping herself battle ready and fit, but that was also not the only thing that she has trained herself in. She stalks through the choking weeds, her vivid green eyes that were so startlingly in contrast with the reds of the others calculating. Skirting a patch she knew to sink in and swallow wolves whole, she lowered herself closer to the safe ground beneath her as she moved. Her black belly fur brushes the ground as if she is stalking prey, the smokier grey fur around her hackles bristling slightly in agitation. Despite not being a vampire Princess Holly was anything but normal, and anyone who met her would certainly come to realize this. She has an attitude both sharp and cunning, the sort of calm creeping danger that leaves others in tatters. Her black ears flatten to her skull, and the light of a blazing fire burns in her vivid green eyes.

She doesn't know exactly where it is, but she can smell several creatures nature to her home. She can see the faintest ripple, and she begins to track today's target. Great crocodillian jaws break the surface, clamping closed on a rabbit that had ventured to stray of a safe pathway, and she moves forward on stealthily silent paws. She knows this creature in particular, a big, old, and most of all, nasty beast. It had one white eye that was blinded to the world, and several teeth that she knew were quite loose. He dissapeared beneath the murk again before she could get close, though she kept her position and waited. She knew better than to think she could kill it alone, but she wanted to study these armored beasts. After a while he began to float on the surface, and she began to creep closer inch by inch once more. If she wanted to kill this thing she'd need backup, she'd need help, and a lot of raw power and co-ordination. The crocodilian jaws snatched at another tray rabbit, this smaller one actually getting away. Poor luck for the old guy, huh?

She slowly ascended a small slope, before she reached the old log bridge, noticing that instead of letting go the beast was tugging at the tree. She crept along until she was half-ways across that old bridge, and very close to that nasty old beast. It could decide to turn and try to grab her at any moment, but she was certain it would never be able to catch her. The tree made sucking noises in the murk as the crocodile began to uproot it, bit by slow bit. She could feel the trunk of her bridge moving slightly beneath her paws, before another crocodile suddenly rose to the surface. In a second of instinct she parted her own jaws and snarled heatedly at the scaled beast, her muscles bunching and her black and soot fur bristling up at the danger, almost as if she herself was hell's beast and not the overgrown aquatic lizard.

As she and the beast sit there staring each other down, the older and meaner one takes notice of them, and finally releases the poor tree that has mainly been uprooted. Swivelling to likely aim to make her it's next meal, the older and bigger crocodile lunges for her. The smaller one may have been impressed enough to pause at her show of aggression, but that didn't stop her from releasing the tension in her crouched limbs and leaping to the end of the bridge and onto shore. The landing was hard and jarred her, but she turned her head at an almost thunderous cracking noise, and saw that the older crocodile was partially ontop of the bridge that was now sinking into the murk. it's jaws were locked on the younger crocodile, who was beginning to submerge itself under the water in an attempt to get away. She shakes the last tingling sensations of landing hard from her limbs, and turns to find that both beasts had vanished. It wasn't an entirely wasted day, as she now knew that these beasts would kill and eat each other. She had been careful in her research, always did, but today had been close. The crocodiles really were dangerous, but they could always play to her home-field advantage. If anyone attacked her or chased after her, anyone who didn't know the layout here, she could lead them here to be crocodile food.

Spotting some useful herbs further up the murky shore, she lopes her way over to them, and carefully pulls them up by the roots. These were good and plentiful around here, this particular plant good for soothing an upset stomache. Her lope is slow as she makes back towards her den, before she's met with the mostly sunken bridge and pauses. She luckily knows a way around this, the old grimy stepping-rocks. The older crocodile has surfaced again, a body part of the younger one in it's jaws, though she easily keeps distance from it as she begins to leap across the rocks.

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