Behind the pettals lie the thorns

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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Behind the pettals lie the thorns
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Posted on May 5, 2010 at 03:48:51 AM by Duskpaw391

A place filled with killers and murderers, getting on the nerves of one of them, not a good situstion for her. By his orbs, she could tell he wanted to kill her right then and there, and she would be a push-over. Good things? That is not what she had came here for. She came for something to defend, something to risk her life for. Trying not to waver, her mind thought of posibilities. If she stayed, she could be dead in a heartbeat or convie him, wich wasnt likely. If she left, she would have her life or could live to find a new home.

But she wasnt the part of rose he thought she was, she refured to the thorns, the pettals just covered them. The pettals covered lies and death, anttracting the wanderer, then drawing their crimson-red blood. "I may be young but i have years of wisdom, I could still fight though. If this will please you, I will leave. I know it will be maybe a deadly mistake, but I might come back after I see the other packs. Eather way, I am not, what you think I am."

Padding back afew steps to see the wolf better she spoke again, "I will let you choose, I will leave by your word or I will stay by your word. In the end, you decide my fate, I already know your anwser though."
A sinister smile spred across her face, thinking of his anwser, already knowing her fate. All of her sences where sharp, sencing for the slightest threat he could give off. Her banner held low in respect for the wolf, as she awaited her fate.

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you're too pretty in the head to be anything but the rose - By Devil May Cry May 5, 2010 at 05:57:18 PM
- By ff May 5, 2010 at 04:45:13 AM

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