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 December 30, 2017 at 04:29:46 PM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
Most vampires would not have cared so much to show that they were different from the rumors behind their species. Then again, many of them were as bad as the nightmarish stories that mother’s told their young to keep them in the dens at night. It was a sad irony how truthful those has managed to become and really had always been. Wolves like Draven had existed long before the true creation of Vampirism; it was as if the magic that was imbued in this land had taken those twisted tales and turned them into real life. All those fairy tales that pups carried through their puphood, had come to life. The beautiful regals, the knights in shiny armor, and the evil creatures that lived in the dark wood that fed off those poor souls. And she was one of them. She was the evil creature. She lived in the dark wood, filled with bogs designed to trap those misfortunate enough to travel through Caidir Olc or Load Mor. Her homeland was that disgusting, lowly pit looked down upon by every other creature except those who called it home. It was a twisted paradise made perfectly to hide away the sickness that seemed to be imbued within the wolves and creatures that inhabited it. And yet, Diosa wanted to desperately fight the implied stigma. That’s why she fought so hard to converse with Khaleesi in the most normal way possible. Talking about pack life, politics, etc. All things expected between two wolves conversing on the borders, especially since Khaleesi clearly would have no reason to join Caidir Olc. She was a ranked wolf within the borders of another pack--the healer as she found out. This made Diosa think about the career that she might potentially want to pursue before she was handed the throne of Caidir. She didn’t want to be an absolutely useless Alphess. She wanted to learn all that she could that she found relevant to ruling, but mostly she wanted to pursue her passions. And that was to heal, to help, and care for all those she could. She smiled faintly to herself, hoping that she could bring it up to Khaleesi and ask to become a student of hers. Diosa knew there was multiple healers around and she would take the time to learn from each eventually, but here and now was a simple and easy start to that journey. Diosa felt a pang for the way she had said ‘blood family’, it was as if she couldn’t help but say something related to the cravings she had. It was sickening, even if Khaleesi couldn’t realize it. She knew it and that was all that mattered. Not all of my family is related or share a biological mother and father. Mother likes to rescue stray pups that she wonders upon or who wander into Caidir. If she didn’t, they would probably fall prey to the alligators or the bogs… this place isn’t exactly the safest. Diosa laughed awkwardly. I love it here though, there is lush growth all around, and during most of the year. Khalessi was very forth coming with answers to Diosa’s questions, not that the heiress had foul intent to gain knowledge. She was genuinely curious for the sake of curiosity. The darkness that pumped her undead heart did not infect the natural borne goodness that she still carried in her heart. It was locked away most days, but on a day like today she could let it roam free and guide her. Her mud speckled ears flickered to attention, listening to the snowy ess describe the packlife that was contained within Dierne Hrof. It seemed no different that here in Caidir Olc, except that there was no vampires there. She also noticed how long Khaleesi had been in Dierne. She had been a member since her puphood, and although not born there she treated it as though she had, much like Diosa did within Caidir. It felt comforting to know that she could relate to a mortal wolf, especially when she usually felt so at odds with herself for doing so. ”I am the healer in the pack now that my mother is gone. She taught me all that I know. We don’t have vampires in our pack, but Aindreas and his half brother and half sister are both Tempests. His half sister doesn’t always live with us, but she comes and goes.” Diosa noticed that the lady had trained her emeralds on her, and she was curious as to why, but as the syllables brought together the word ‘Tempest’ she felt something inside of her go cold. A shiver rippled the furs down her spine, it was nothing like she had ever felt before. There was a cold pit of fear in her chest but there was also a unbridled, fiery hatred of that title. Diosa’s brows furrowed and she took a deep breath, unsure of what to make of these feelings so she tried to push them away instead and forget that word. It stuck with her though. Sorry, I don’t know what came over me… Diosa mumbled softly, I know you don’t know me well, but I’m the heiress to Caidir Olc and I suspect I ought not to be a worthless Queen when I come of age. I know I have a lot of learning to do, but I’ve always wanted to learn about the art of healing. Diosa paused to gauge Khaleesi’s reaction before continuing. I’ve had no formal training in anything before and I want to prove that not all of us are as terrible as the stories make us out to be. Diosa stated it in a demure voice, knowing that she was admitting something was stigmatized, something that generally went unsaid, but was still acknowledged about her species, by every other species. There was no way that Khaleesi couldn’t have thought that there ran the potential for Diosa to be demented. She was vampire, how could she not be. I won’t be like them. I won’t be like they all assume I must be. I’m not crazy… it’s not my fault I’m like this… I would’ve died if I hadn’t been turned. Diosa’s voice was starting to weaken and crack. The immaturity of her young adolescent soul starting to finally come through, out from under her forced mature shell. Her backlit crimson pools looked up to meet the others emeralds, before she quickly swiped away a tear and went back to staring at the ground. Please forgive me, I don’t know what’s wrong with me… a bittersweet abyss
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