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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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A darker half
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Posted on October 17, 2017 at 02:58:19 PM by Perdere

Perdere had wondered if he would need to say anything further order to convince Xarxes� But he didn�t. Perdere could see the twinkle in the other�s eye. He could see the enthusiasm. The excitement, the thrill, the desire. It was all there quite plainly. And then came the words - of brothership, of a likeness, a kinship, a bond. Perdere could not trust him yet, he would be a fool if he did. But this appeared to be in every way the start of something beautiful for the two of them� And deadly for any they came upon. Xarxes guilty pleasure apparently was defiling women - and Perdere could quite definitely get on board with that. His lips curled into a cruel grin, exposing his fangs. Once again, his tongue ran over them, wetting them, and he let loose slightest of moans.� He was thinking about how soon it would be before they were covered with blood and not merely saliva. How soon they would share in it all together.

�I can appreciate that, my friend, and I will thusly tell you my own desires-murder is the name of my game. But what I appreciate most is the art of it. Murder is not something that should happen on a whim. I like to plan it all out in detail, from who shall die, to what way, and why. And it is not always about hurting the one that I actually kill� It may be about hurting their family, their pack, or their friends. Perhaps it is to make a statement about a previous err on their point. It is with a purpose. And of course� It always means a great deal of bloodshed. The more extravagant and events, the better-it provides a more shocking results from those who find the deceased. And if I may be so bold as to tell you, there have been times that I have eaten the flesh of our own kind, that I have bathed in their blood. Now you see� Or perhaps you don�t. But either way I will tell you - I am a kalak, obviously. Or rather, Akuji is a kalak. I am a figment of his imagination. But I�ve taken control of his body, as I have already stated. What it is I have to tell you, is how I came to be. Akuji�s father was a devious brute, and he tortured poor little Akuji until he broke� And I was born. Farant molded me into what I am, but kept me on a short leash. He only released me when he found use of my desires and skills. But now that I am free� I have no master. But I also have no desire to rule. Are you in agreement that we should seek out a new pack, a new master? Find a land where we will be with others of a like mind? I do enjoy company, even if it is not bad have a corpse, and I find that - �

It was as if fate had handed them the key to a hidden door, one that would lead them through it and to their new path of life. For through the air came a demand, a call. They were being summoned to the meeting place of the pack� But not by Motionless. It was Motionless that Perdere had found unworthy of them� yes, she had her skeletons, had even killed her past lover. But it had not been because of a darkness inside of her - it had been out of necessity. Kill or be killed. And then, instead of letting her handiwork speak for itself, she had felt the urge, the need, to put it on display. But true demons and devils had no need for such things. They were feared because of their reputation, the lore and mythology of their deeds. They had no need to speak of it, nor drag it along with them as a crutch in a poor attempt to claim power. But these vocals registered in the mind of Akuji and thus also in the mind of Perdere. They had belonged to the previous queen of these lands, back when it had been called Malignant Felicity. He shifted his pools toward it, then back to his partner in crime.

�I think our luck has just changed� And we hit the jackpot. I think that there is someone new in charge, and I think they will be much more to our liking� perhaps we can stay here, in this pack. Because I think that we have found the place where we belong. I think everything is about to change��

Perdere turned away from Xarxes and started to trot inland toward the meeting place of the pack. He paused and glanced over his shoulder. �Well, are you coming, or not?�

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Perdere had not been wrong about the change in management - Lucaya had taken over Motionless�s throne. Or rather, had regained her own. Only now, Lucaya was a different creature all together - she had named herself a vampire, a creature of only the night. And she had changed, just like the others in her troupe had as well. It was intriguing, really, that there had been such serendipitous timing to all of it. But Perdere would not complain for an instant - instead, he would enjoy it. Here was a home, a family who would accept him and Xarxes despite, or perhaps because, of their dark tendencies. He still imagined that he and Xarxes would be closer with one another then with any of the others, but time will tell. At any rate, as he left the meeting, he had a grin on his face. Perdere�s long limbs stretched out to cover as much ground as he could, and once again he cursed Akuji for breaking a bone during a fight with a bull moose of all things. Though it did not cause the body pain, it slightly altered his gait, making him just the wee bit less dexterous, and thus slowed him down a bit. But nothing could be done about it now, and Perdere would have to make do. The kalak traveled to where he had last seen Xarxes, and raised his head in order to open his windpipe to its fullest extent. Then he let loose a call, one that would summon his friend to his side. It was time for them to have some fun.

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