Wolf in sheep's skin [training session] [open]

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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Wolf in sheep's skin [training session] [open]
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Posted on January 23, 2018 at 06:25:13 PM by Draven

It had been� interesting, to say the least, since the Vampire Queen�s sudden change. Perhaps it had been brought on by the death of so many of her adopted pups, or perhaps it had been due to extenuating circumstances. Drug use? It couldn�t be ruled out. But Draven did not much care what brought it about, only that it was now affecting him. When first they had met, Draven had thought to take her as his victim, his prey, as he had so many others. But then she had intrigued him with her deference to him, the way that she had actually enjoyed the vile things that he had done to her. She had seemed pleased by him, had seemed like she had wanted to please him, and so he had let her live. Nonetheless, he had fed on her, thusly changing her for forever into a vampire. She was his marionette doll, a plaything whose strings he could pull from the dark depths of the abyss he called home. Lucaya wanted a pack of her own? Let�s make it interesting and add personal offense, history, so as to further the drama. She turned pups of her own? Let them suffer their ways through life so as to either die in their weakness or grow even stronger because of it. And to add the cherry on top, she had granted him the position of second in command, of general. It was wondrous really - in all essence, he had been controlling the Queen, but without having to take on the responsibilities she bore.
And then she had to go and fuck everything up.
First she had returned all disoriented, and then had decided she needed to change her name. There was nothing wrong with the name Lucaya� but she wanted it to be Lucyne. Why? He had no clue. But even since then, she had been evolving into something independent - she was forcing the creatures of her kingdom to effectively work for their roles, to try out for them, and to take on responsiblities in order to keep them. Even Draven was not exempt from it, and she had demanded a training session out of him, something fit for a general in theory - �Ah yes, General Draven, do please train the troops so that we are ready for war.� - The problem was that Draven was no warrior. He could fight decently, yes, but he was not a natural. He was not a natural anything other than master manipulator, sadistic bastard, and self-serving survivor. He did not excel in any career path, rather, he was a jack of all trades, or to be less derogatory, he was a student of pantology. His wisdom and knowledge spread over all aspects of the careers, and he learned what he needed to when he needed to know it. It had been because of need that he had learned about poisons and antidotes - he had searched far and wide to find some plant he could use to cause a long, drawn out painful death for the love of his life, his archnemesis� Halina. She was the only wolf that he had ever loved, and it had been her rejection of him that had sent him into a downward spiral of cruel torture. He had settled on the one he had because of its certain agonizing death� unless, that is, the antidote was found. It was a rare plant and the antidote was known by few, so he had been certain that it would be a good choice� but the length of time before death had been his downfall, and Kershov, asshole that he was, had found a healer who somehow knew about the antidote. It was pathetic really. But it had happened. There was no point in dwelling in the past, for Halina was gone.. But Kershov had returned. Draven wished to set his wrath and revenge against the dark creature, and thusly had been setting plans in place to use his Mesmer, Briseis, against the Ice King. She was, after all, his lost and unknown daughter�
But to revert back to his current dilemma, he was no warrior. So how� how would he successfully run a training session without proper training himself? Luckily for him, he was an expert liar, and would do what was necessary to fool them all and still succeed. Thusly had the jet black hessian trotted to the center of the packland, and tilted his head back calling to the pack. He did not much care who would come, as long as some did. His plan was not to teach them how to fight, per say, but subterfuge, deception. There would be some lessons in attacks and defense, yes, but more how to infiltrate another pack, how to hide one�s trail� and how to spot the weakness� of others. If you could do that, you did not need to be an excellent fighter...

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