Prot�ge-moi de mes d�sirs

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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Prot�ge-moi de mes d�sirs
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Posted on February 8, 2018 at 07:06:06 PM by Gwyneira

Weeks had passed since she had crawled from her mother�s womb into the harsh world. And it truly had shaped her already - she was not what most adults would think of as a pup. She was not rambunctious, nor was she playful. This lass instead was solemn and serious, dark and brooding. She was most definitely an introvert, and internalized all of her feelings and thoughts before saying or doing anything. If one were to think her slow, or mentally retarded, that would be their err. For she was neither. It was just the opposite - she was overly intelligent and perhaps a bit socially awkward. In fact, her mind and her personality were the spitting image of how her mother had been as a pup. If ever there were a creature that was formed to be the perfect prot�g� for Athene, it was Gwyneira. And, already, she had started her training. Most other adults would assume that it was far too early to start any serious training, but Athene knew better - this was the age that they were most impressionable at, this was the age when they should be learning, when they should be experiencing everything. And so, Athene held by her own morals and thoughts, and had started training her pups very young, just like she had been. Gwyneira has already caught her first few victims of prey - a crab that had been scurrying across the shore had been her first... a rather unwise choice given that the crab had attacked her face with its pincers, slicing a nice line across her�s note. Gwyneira had whined, but continued her kill until it was dead. But even then, she had realize that crabs held very little meat compared to how much work they were.

And so the days had gone on, until eventually she decided to explore outside of her territory. It was night time when she snuck out of her mother�s den, for she wanted to have as much time to explore as possible. And, in the na�ve way that pups do have, she was proud of herself for being able to sneak away from her mother without being noticed. Her mother had yet to take her or her brother Sergei outside of the border, but Gwyneira had no fear. She had yet to learn of the dangers of the world, and for some reason, Athene had yet to tell her about them. The focus on training had been the physical stuff in order to prepare them for the trials. The life lessons would come after that� But apparently, simple life lessons like �don�t talk to strangers� should have been one of the things taught early. For, right outside the boundary, there was a large, lean black wolf. He had said that his name was Draven, that he was a friend of her father�s. Gwyneira had not believe him at first, but Draven had described her father in perfect detail� Aside from the feathers. But that was an oversight that Gwyneira hardly noticed. But what Gwyneira did notice, was that Draven told her that her father did not love her mother. Despite the fact that she was Athene�s child, progeny of a femme who had always believed in polygamy in the loosest of senses, that bothered her. After all, who couldn�t love her mother? She was beautiful and strong and smart and funny�

The heiress had pouted, and then made note that Draven did not smell like a wolf. Or really, to be more accurate, he did not smell at all. When she questioned him about it, he had merely smiled, and said but if she came with him, he would teach her how to hide her scent. To be to a better hunter� And of course, Gwyneira could not give up that opportunity. Excited to learn a new skill to show her mother, she leapt a cross the boundary and followed after Draven, and at some point, he had offered her a meal. Always hungry since she was always growing, she accepted it, not knowing that it had been poisoned with a tranquilizer. She fell into a deep sleep, and only barely registered the sensation of him grasping her scruff and picking her up. It felt different than when her mother did� For there were two teeth longer than all the others� And it was not the most pleasant of sensations against her skin.

When Gwyneira finally awoke, everything was wrong. She was not in her mother�s den, and she did not have her brother snuggling against her, nor her mother�s warmth at her back. Not that she needed it - the heat was stifling, and the humidity so thick that she felt that she could cut through it if she reached out with her claws. Then of course there was the softness of the bed she was upon� It was so unlike the rock hard floor of the caverns of her home pack. She slowly got up and looked down� And realize that she was laying upon a bed of her� Not wolf fur� No, wait, it was wolf fur. Was she laying on top of someone? Gwyneira slid off and turned and was shocked when she found that it was not one somebody, but many somebodies. But it only was their flesh� She whined, anxious, and then felt someone pull her close and start grooming her. This time, it was a screen that escaped her lips, and in response, whoever had been grooming her let her go. Gwyneira jumped away and looked around and saw a female wolf staring at her. Her fa�ade was obviously that of concern, and Gwyneira silenced her scream.

�I am so sorry I startled you little one, my name is Briseis, or Brie for short. Do you know what happened to you? Draven� Draven is a vampire who has stolen you from your parents. I don�t know whether he is going to turn you or kill you or eat you or� I�m just... sorry.�

Gwyneira shook her head.

�No, that�s not right! My mommy will come and find us and kill him. My mom is the best fighter ever.�

Brie smiled, though it did not reach her eyes. Instead, it looked sort of sad.

�I hope she can� But no one has killed him yet. So I�m not going to hold my breath. And I won�t be able to protect you much at all� I am his Mesmer, so I have to do what he says...�

The pair of them turned as they heard someone nearing the cave...

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