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: 68.42.177.202
Posted on March 16, 2019 at 03:05:12 AM by Herchel && Sachael
_______________________________ Midnight paws step forward out of shadows swathed in darkness, two identical black paws plant firmly on the ground in perfect unison, joined seconds later by opposite white counterparts. Yin and yang legs lead upward, across ivory chests, one slightly larger, masculine and one slightly smaller, not quite petite however absolutely feminine. Perfect obsidian triangles top creamy craniums, and four searing fiery optics, can be found piercing the darkness of obscurity that the shadows the pair now stands half within and half emerging. Herchel and Sachael had been missing from the lands of blossom forest for years. Only months after the cannibalistic duo claimed Abendrot as their home, whispers entered the lands. Rumors of Lucifer’s fallen army, the family they claimed, the lupines they pledged allegiance to, rebanding, coming back together. The onyx and pearl brother and sister had slipped away quietly into the night. Leaving behind Macaria, the sweet but ultimately pliable girl they had “adopted” into their intimate and dark club. They tore through forests, long legs eating up ground as fast as they could as the pair searched for lost brethren. Searching not only where the whispers lead them, but also miles, and miles away. The further they got, the more determined the pair became to discover what had actually happened to Lucifer and those whom had once belonged to him. They searched the freelands, scouring fields and forests, finding pack upon pack of wolves, however, try as they might, it seemed that nobody had any real answers for them. They spent months searching, until the air became bitter and cold, and snow began to cover the earth and the virtually indistinguishable duo were forced to take cover. They hunkered down and waited out the freezing temperatures and harsh winter storms, biding their time until spring rolled around, fully intending to give up their wild goose chase and make their way back to Blossom Forest, and ultimately, Abendrot and Kershov. However, deep within what land belonged to no man, on a freezing day when the temperatures were low, but for one snow did not pour from within the sky as if no actual god existed to cease the unbearable substance, Herchel and Sachael were out, searching for small game, hunting near their makeshift home, when they stumbled upon another. Not a wolf from Lucifer's army, but one from the pack which he had attempted to overthrow. It was in a conversation with this creature that they learned that all of Lucifer’s army had been destroyed. A strong rival pack had made it their mission to exterminate each and every one of the “rebels” that had chosen to side with Lucifer and leave their home, in search of another life and another land. These… assassins had believed themselves to be successful, but had failed to find the siamese twins that were rumored to be both beautiful and deadly. The pair instantly decided, with nothing more than a shared mutual glance, that these monsters were going to pay for their lives for what had been done to their brothers in arms. They interrogated the stray for hours, about where this pack was, how to locate them, and what condition it’s members were in. It took Herchel and Sachael an entire year to complete their mission. Picking off members one at a time, during hunting parties, members that strayed too far from the borders of their land, ones on missions, it didn’t matter. The brother and sister team were unstoppable in their mission. Years of dedicated training and hours upon hours of putting in hard training hours when they were not actively stalking their prey made them fast and strong. Their close bond meant the two did not need to talk to communicate and it gave the enemy a disadvantage. Even when the pair was not 2 on 1, they still could not be hindered. Despite countless injuries and scars that they would bear for the rest of their lives, they did not quit until every single wolf was dead. It was only then, almost a solid two years after the duet had abandoned their posts at Abendrot, that they finally realized, they had no purpose. They had not been created to live with only the company of each other. It was true that the carbon copy siblings were inseparable, they had no need for mates or families, they were perfectly content with the company of only one another, but they needed a purpose a task, something to protect, to work with and for, and while it was also true that they would prove to be an absolutely invaluable addition to any pack, they had once sworn their allegiance to Kershov and Abendrot, so they would return. Long mismatched legs pounded across the ground day in and day out, stopping only to eat and sleep Herchel and Sachael spent most of their time traveling at a full run. The pair was fit, lean, and incredibly muscular, so the hard fast pace that they set did not phase them. They ate when they were hungry and any time one could not keep up the ambitious speed, the two stopped, paused, and often, slept. However, at a full canter day in and out, it still took the ink and pallid duo more than full moon cycle to relocate the portal into the lands of Blossom Forest, and when they stepped through? Nothing was as they left it. The lands had changed completely, if that was even something that could happen. It took months of reacclimation for them to understand what had happened and why, and when they heard the news of Kershov and what had become of his pack, Sachael refused to return. Try as Herchel might to convince her they still owed fealty to the ice king and… whatever it was that was happening within the borders of his pack, she would have none of it. So the pair lived in the freelands, moving around constantly, and killing, constantly. The yin and yang painted siblings had been hardwired to kill from a young age, and they had learned just as young, to never waste anything. And so, as teenagers, the no waste mentality lead to the odd pair developing a unique taste for canine flesh. A hunger that was never satisfied. When the pair was working, when they were hunting for another pack, when they were working for Lucifer, even when they had been taking out that enemy pack, the killings were always justified, but when they were at rest, they became hunters. Seeking out weak and easy prey, those that might not be noticed if they went missing. The pair hunted, and ate, and moved, and started all over again every moon cycle, shifting from place to place like ghosts in the wind, the lands of Blossom were so extensive they almost never needed to revisit a place twice, and so anyone that might be searching for them, would always be two steps behind the twins. This did not however, stop rumors from reaching them. Occasionally, the pair bumped into another lupine, these things happened, and Sachael was extremely efficient at removing information from others, without them ever realizing they had given it. Her alluring charm and downright seductive ways made her more successful at bribing men out of their words, however, a coy laugh and friendly shoulder bump made just as many females open up their mouths and spew out words they never even intended on saying out loud. Which is exactly how she heard about Rogan, and his pack Caidir Olc. Sachael did not quite understand what the words vampire and cult meant yet, but it did not take her long to convince Herchel that they needed to do something besides hop from place to place and pick off stragglers to sustain their hunger. Spies and assassins need real spy and assassin work to sustain them, and the cookies and cream partners were withering away in the skills department, and possibly, hopefully, in a pack full of these “vampires” that had all banded together to join this “cult” that the alpha called Rogan was running, Rogan himself would use those skills. That very night, they set out, not seeking their usual prey, something bigger, stronger, more solid. A substantial lupine that would prove their worth, showcase their skills, and definitely, absolutely get them a free pass into the pack full of the wolves who liked to eat other wolves. Sachael was not sure how the logistics of a pack like that worked, but she had to assume that for the most part, eating the other members was off limits. Her mind was wandering while Herchel did the boring part. He was watching, waiting, searching for the right victim, the perfect victim. With an inaudible nod and a swish of his tail, Sachael lifted her head, snapping out of her own thoughts. She followed his kaleidoscope gaze to where a large wolf was moving, slowly, but deliberately in the light of the crescent moon. He was big, bigger than Herchel - though that wasn’t a problem- and red, crimson red all over, with a handsome face and his eyes were the most piercing blue she had ever seen. Sachael would almost be sad to kill this specimen, he was gorgeous, and walked with confidence. She stumbled ungracefully out of the brush, out of breath and panting like a racehorse, almost colliding with the handsome stranger. He looked startled, but did not move. Gasping, Sachael looked up through long lashes. “Oh my, sir I am so sorry” she drawled slowly, choosing her words carefully, and applying a thick southern accent. “I thought I heard something behind me but, heavens, it must have just been you.” She righted herself in front of him, sitting perfectly straight in front of him, the tips of her ears just reached his lower jaw, and she flickered them once before speaking again. “I’m just so jumpy these days with all these vampires lurking around, do, do you think a nice man such as yourself could maybe help me get where I’m going?” batting her lashes gently she rises to stand, drawing all of his attention to her, her unique eyes, her odd markings, her perfect mask, and just as he opened his mouth to answer, Herchel came flying from the brush. Her brother had shimmied his way up a tree somehow, lord knows she didn’t ask how, and sprung from a low limb, landing squarely on the crimson gladiator’s back. He roared in surprise, rearing up the second Herchels sharp fangs made contact with his scruff, and shook violently. Miraculously, he managed to stay on and not lose his grip, and Sachael danced out of the way as Herchel dropped to the ground, facing the warrior. With one of each of the twins in front and behind him, there weren’t a lot of ways out. Hackles raised the crimson stranger snarled and Herchel lunged forward again, aiming for a kill shot so to speak and snapping his teeth at the jugular, he missed, and Sachel moved in from behind, lunging at back legs, dancing in and out of the way, blood smattering and angry roars filling the air as the threesome fought. Despite his impressive size, the two skilled warriors were too much for him, and they managed to bring him down without damaging his pelt too much. The drug him, together, taking turns, to the borders of Caidir Olc, where the vampire king lived. By the time they reached his lands, it was well into the night, and in another hour or so, it would be daybreak, and Sachael had heard that these creatures could not enter the daylight, and so she knew they had to hurry. Perfect carbon copies of one another sat down side by side, both smeared and smattered with the blood of their victim, and one huge crimson canine lay at their feet. In perfect unison the ebony and ivory painted marionettes tilted their heads back and howled, one call low and deep, and the other high and femmine, and then, they waited. Word count: 2029 _______________________________ |
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