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 February 2, 2019 at 03:28:22 AM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
Firelights flickered carelessly and openly flaunted their inner brilliance. It taunted the disheveled and lost loner, who’s own eyes emitted a dull carmine fluorescence themselves. Her gait was awkward at times and exaggerated, because the muscles, tendons, and ligaments in her hind leg were still taught with scar tissue. The scar tissue on the outside was minimal compared to the damage that blue-eyed freak had wrecked within the skin down the boney structures that supported her frame. The supporting sinews had been shredded and broken around it, and it was slow to heal making it incredibly painful and difficult to move great distances or for long periods of time. And in the beginning Rogan and had followed her endlessly. She knew that he always there in the shadows waiting to leap to her rescue or aid in tasks she found herself unable to complete alone. The dependency had nearly driven the girl to insanity. She was capable of all of this! She could damn well do it on her own! Or at least she had been able to before that war… And for a while she just succumbed to letting Rogan take of her. And in that time, her own thoughts and emotions ate away at the protective wall she had built for her heart. In that war she saw the wretched monstrous side of her rear it’s ugly head once more, letting that blood curdling desire overcome her. The pure rage and hatred she had instinctively known when she saw those electric azures had not shocked her one bit, but after it was all said and done, she had lost it. All of her controls were broken. Diosa cracked her own Pandora’s box, letting it all loose upon herself. Every day had become an internal struggle, a fight to the death with her own heart and mind. The desperateness that her lifeless heart cried out with to find love and yet her mind fought tooth and nail to remind her ceaselessly of the demon she truly was. The sinister and grisly atrocities she had committed in the name of being a Vampire. This was life she had always known, but somewhere deep inside she cried to be normal. Or maybe she wished she died all those years ago… That Lucaya’s life-giving kiss had been the straw that broke her or that Draven had taken earlier action and snapped her petite neck. Disoa cursed his name aloud; because maybe if that Satanistic bastard had had more bite than just bark she wouldn’t be here suffering. If he had been so adamant that pups were not the way to raise an army from the ground up then why hadn’t he just picked off Diosa and her siblings one by one, until they were all gone. Why had he waited until Lucaya had lost her ever loving mind? Had it all been his master plan? No. He couldn’t have had such premeditative thought. There was no way he’d known that they would fall so hard. Some had starved from their own insanity, others disappeared. Lucaya lost her usefulness to Draven and so he had ended her life himself. And that left Diosa to clean up the wrecked mess. And a castle without a Queen was no Kingdom for its subjects. So slowly it all melted into oblivion and the war had been her last straw. So, for Draven, it had worked out better in his favor to wait it out and let her family bring itself to its own demise. They were their own perfect disaster. But she had not seen or heard Draven since that fateful battle. The exiled Vampire princess was at this point dead to world for all anyone knew. Not that many probably cared. Rogan had been her only living thread to humanity at this point, and even then, she knew he was of her own making. Somehow he seemed to take his life by the reins and thrive in it. She envied him for such easy acceptance of this life of darkness. Was it the blissful ignorance to which he had been introduced to it all that allowed him to slip through the veil and accept the poison and its dark gifts? But by such a thought should she not have had the same fate? She was but a mere dying pup, whose life was to be cut short, but instead she had been given a second chance. Where had that happy mentality of her existence gone? At one point it had been a mark of pride that she was not the blood sucking monster that Draven was and had tried to breed into each of them. And yet here she was slowly losing herself to the madness. Maybe it was a sickness that Lucaya had passed onto her only surviving daughter? Or maybe it was wrecked homelife she had existed in? Had she been traumatized by the turning and its excruciating pain? What excuse could she blame for the heartless, lifeless, and hopeless creature she had become? But maybe somewhere deep inside she knew it was her own fault. She had allowed herself to fall prey. But to what she could not quite name. She did not know what it was that she was missing in this life… What left her so incomplete? A sudden aching overcame her at the sound of a very familiar voice. Her saidu’s voice was calling to the Queen, to come home. The word struck deep at the throbbing ache in her chest and fresh crystalline tears swelled upon the brim of her lids. Diosa gasped in a breath of air before loosing her own resounding howl, a soulful cry that she would find him. Obsidian paws swiped away the tears before the Vampiress rose up, her crown perched high once more. A small yet proud smile gracing her lips. The initial limp in her gate slowed her, but she still moved with a hurried pace. The muscles and tendons were crackling from the effort and their disuse for so long. Warmth seeped into the area releasing the tension slowly. Diosa hardly noticed though as she hurried along that familiar pathway back into her home. Eventually she was able to lope with ease and it was not long before she felt the heavy and humid air fill her lungs, press against her pelt, and cocoon her once more. A fully fledged smile grace her lips as she felt the embrace of everything she had ever known. And even without a scent to track him by, his sweoster would always know where to find him. Diosa slowed to a gentle and easy trot, her carmine orbs now glittering, watched and scanned the plethora of undergrowth and flora that surrounded her. All of it would seem suffocating to most, but to Diosa this was home. It was all she had ever known and now Rogan was calling her back to it. Diosa saw her broad shouldered beast standing in surveillance of the land, waiting. Her steps slowed to a silent trapezing waltz, her cocoa and midnight speckled bodice dancing up closely to his. You called me home, Rogan. A day I thought I might never have the chance to get again… thank you. She leaned in gently against his shoulder, her snout pressed against the blood mark buried in his scruff. This was home. Being here and having Rogan at her side once more. a bittersweet abyss
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