I'm gonna run away now and never <i>look</i> back

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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I'm gonna run away now and never look back
IP: 74.141.235.32
Posted on November 16, 2017 at 03:54:10 PM by Holly

Someone is at the borders and this catches her attention immediately, after all she was not doing any sort of research and someone had quite plainly called out across the borders. She allows the scents around her to curl around and into her smokey black fur, sifting through them carefully as she allowed them to sink further into her fur. Letting a yawn stretch her jaws wide open, she supposes that she should go and see who's come to call. Lifting herself to her paws, she stretches herself out before she moves. Peering out of her den, her coat fluffs out because of the winter's chilled air. Her vivid green eyes see that nobody is close to her den, and her ears flicker to see if she can hear any of them. When she sees and hears nobody, she guessed that they must be off hunting. She herself should go out seeking prey soon, as she can feel the beginnings of the stirring in her belly called hunger. She finally steps out of her den, and begins to make her way towards where the call had risen.

Winter's chill began to creep up and nestle between strands of my smoky black fur as I moved, though it was far too luxurious and thick for it to penetrate to my flesh and bones. Even if it had managed to slip a shiver into her spine here and there her mind was focused on this call at the border, something that she knew she was completely capable of taking care of. Vivid green eyes catch sight of someone waiting at the border, her scale coated legs moving seamlessly and fluidly through the safe patches of mire that any strange wolf would likely sink into and expire.

No matter how mortal she is she remains still a princess of Caidir, and despite being the only mortal princess she is nothing to look down upon, she is just as capable as any of her siblings, she was determined that she would find herself in many a hushed tale whispered by outsiders, everyone would remember that she had existed. She remains as quiet as a shadow as she encroaches closer yet out of the personal space of the stranger, and from her place partially hidden still behind the border her vivid green eyes take in the antlers adorning his head. She tilts her head a little in curiousity, her vivid green eyes becoming almost searching.

"Did that supposed magic grab you by the throat as well? It seemed to have been fascinated by my legs. Looks like it was fascinated by your head. How strange all of this truly is..." Her words were quiet and thoughtful, filing the fact the magic also gave people antlers away in her mind for later perusal. Her scales itched from time to time, and she wondered if maybe his head did as well. "What finds you at our borders today?" Her words were slightly colder in this shift in thinking, expecting a clear answer. She wanted to know as much as she could, soak up knowledge about everything possible. She had even been training herself in secret, ways of healing and combat. It left her little time to seek out others, little time spent with her family. Was that so strange? Was it weird to be unable to resist learning as much as you could until your mind was full? But in her home of mire and danger, rarely did anyone come to call. Many had noticed that it had been taken over by vampires, and vampires were feared and hated for the most part. She thought they were all silly, because not all vampires embodied the stereotype. Her mother was dangerous to be sure, and so were some of the others. Not everyone was the same, never would be, but she knew that prejudice would never truly die.

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THERE'S JUST NO REST FOR THE QUEEN OF THE DEAD - By LUCAYA November 18, 2017 at 01:09:49 AM
THE GODS HAVE NO POWER HERE. - By LUCIAN. November 29, 2017 at 06:32:15 AM

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