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 January 26, 2010 at 02:52:40 AM by Tropas
He had been busy staring, more like glaring, up at the crows that appeared so hungry for his flesh. Counting on his keen ears to pick up the first sign of trouble it obviously came as a surprise when he happened to see a deeply shadowed figure with glowing orbs looking down on him from above. Almost jumping out of his thick grey pelt he had to remind himself that he was in the domain of experienced, silent killers now, not the same pack lands of his naiveté relatives. The first look he noticed in the orbs of the wolf was that of a hungry hunter's, craving blood of course. It was a look he wished he could master for it had sent a bone chilling tremor down even his own pelt. And he had a hunch that he could guess at what thoughts were running through the wolf's mind. Things along the line of, he was too young, what was he doing here. The words that slipped from the brute's powerful maw confirmed his suspicions, "Well, well, well, what have we here? You get lost or something, little guy? This is no place for pups." He bristled as the words sounded in his auds, words so commonly used to describe him. He took a second look at the wolf; something about the way he talked and held himself triggered a memory in his mind. After a moment of contemplation he knew he had placed the wolf's identity and wasted no time in letting his own song slip forth from his small jaws, You see Tropas at your disposal. He said with the utmost respect. His words wise and thought out for one of his age, Is it accurate to assume that I find myself in the presence of Devil May Cry? Your legend has spread to my pack of origin many days travel from Blossom Forest. As I think you may already know, I am not lost; I am here because I wish to be more than an ordinary pup. Rather, a pup with the killing skills of one much older than one of my size and stature.. He let his song end, watching the shadowy form of Devil as he waited for a response. He hoped for his own sake that his words would be interpreted as he had intended them to be. Nothing good ever comes from being small, But it sure makes for a different kind of living. Tropas/Grey/Male/Pup/Loveless/Packless |
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- well at least you noticed - By Devil May Cry January 26, 2010 at 06:50:26 AM