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.
IP: 38.110.0.7
Posted on February 15, 2018 at 03:58:56 PM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
The feeling of her inards twisting up inside made the urge to vomit all the worse, but instead she only bit hard into her lower lip. Her fangs pierced into the soft flesh and the liquid sensation of blood and venom dripping down her chin startled her into releasing. A soft whisper of a sigh broke the silence within the Heiress’ den. She swiped her paw across her chin and saw the soft glimmer of the venom intermingled with the iron tainted blood, for the two solutions were immiscible within each other. Backlit rubies stared incredulously at the concoction of death that coated her paw knowing full well it had no effect on her any longer, but that she now carried to power to kill or turn another wolf. She could do it by force as her mother did on many occasions when she hunted down her victims to feed that deeply ingrained desire. The hunger that controlled their lives and drove them to do what their species was so well known for – Feeding. It was a twisted version of Cannibalism, that did not require them to consume the meat or flesh of another wolf, but instead they sucked them dry. Vampires took that infused concoction that gave the mortals life to preserve what little soul was left in their undead bodies. Oh what a twisted fate to which they were destined. Diosa had never asked for this. Any of it. She was slowly learning to ignore her cravings and the pit of despair that had settled in her abdomen when she was reminded of it. What bothered her most as she grew older was the fact that she was expected to grow to fill in the pawsteps of the Vampire Queen. And at first she had thought it was possible, given the right amount of time and practice, she could have mastered that crazed darkness, that had infiltrated her mother’s heart, soul, and body, but now… Now, Lucyne was dead. Diosa was set to inherit this land, all of its wolves, no matter how sick and twisted. And more than that, she was expected to be the next Vampire Queen. The one who’s name would strike that foreboding, nightmarish trepidation into the hearts and minds of all that heard her title. Only that was not the case. As far as the world knew, Lucyne was still ruling the darkness of Caidir, but it would not be long before word spread of her death and all those who knew, would expect the Heiress to step up, and take her rightful place on the throne. The only problem, it was still too early and Diosa was much too young to rise up and rule. She was inexperienced and hardly knew the world around her, but there was also no way that Draven could lead the pack. Diosa couldn’t let that happen. Sure his image would have maintained that cursed and vile image, but at what cost? Diosa did not trust the shadow creature, he was the picturesque nightmare of vampirism. She should not fear him, but he was the father of all those who descended into vampirism and though she knew that one day she could kill him she never knew when that chance would come. And for now she did not want to face that thought or anything relating to the pack at the moment, so instead Diosa found herself wiping away the traces of blood and venom from her face with damp moss before she left the safety of her den. Brows furrowed together in frustration as she tried to think of who to go to. Sebring was close by, quietly napping in her den, but she knew Sebring would want to discuss pack hierarchy and activity which Diosa was vehemently opposed to doing at the current moment. And even though it was probably not the best of decisions, she needed a break from it all. Too much had happened in the last few days, she needed to escape without truly leaving the packlands. She needed to keep an eye on it regardless of how much she felt like ignoring it. Diosa broke into a slow trot, leaping across the natural mote that surrounded her den. She had no particular destination, but she quickly found herself nearing a familiar musky scent. It was Draven’s den, but within it was Briseis. A small smile pulled at her kissers, thinking of pallid peppered lady with lavender eyes, so gentle and kind, though tinged by sadness. Diosa felt the beating of Briseis’ heart, but there was fainter, much quicker pitter pattering beat. The heiress felt a deep rooted concern build up in her chest, why was there someone else in there? The beat was too weak and quick to be an adult, but who then? Diosa leapt down through the entrance and in the dimness she found herself face to face with a child. No more than a few weeks old. Diosa’s luminous rubies glowered with a seething anger at what she was realizing that Draven had done. A growl was building in her vocal cords, but she silenced herself, realizing she would probably only terrifying the poor creature further. Diosa sucked in a breath through her teeth, looking towards Briseis. Please tell me this is not what I think it is… Briseis he didn’t do this did he? Her voice faded with resigned anger turning into a penetrating guilt for what he had done. Diosa crouched down the floor of the cavern, her rubies glowing more brightly as she focused on the young babe, Hello little miss, I’m Diosa, what is your name? She started simply not wanting to frighten her. a bittersweet abyss
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