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: 156.34.245.222
Posted on May 22, 2010 at 06:45:09 PM by Kagura
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The scent of the bujo arrived long before his near silent approach was picked up by her snowy audits. As he appeared, smirk on his raven hued face, she had to admit she wasn't impressed. He circled, as they all did, trying to see if you would be uncomfortable with their ugly faces in your personal space, irking her nearly to death with petty gestures. His sunkisted pools sized her up, and it seemed he already had something against her. Had to give him some slack there, she'd probably have gotten bored and just killed every wolf wanting in to this tropical paradise by now. She honestly didn't care about who came to greet her, but she just wanted them to get it over with. She was ready to flee, or fight, if she had to, her long, blanc limbs would make it easy for her to fly through the trees. Her plume was still low, not aggressive, not submissive, but devoid of feeling and emotion, as was her expression. She gave nothing away, but merely stood, looking like a stature. His deep voice flew through the air, blending with the birds shrieking and the rushing waterfall. The femmora's artistically carved facial features, which where icy and nonchalant, gave away nothing, it was a skill that had done well, facial expressions. You could make males believe anything, and it was so fun to seduce them then slit their throats. Expression changing to a slightly mocking, but mostly polite smile, her voice rang through the air, sounding strangely exotic. "As for where I came from, I suppose that wouldn't be your business would it dear? And obviously, as any half wit could see, I'm wouldn't just wait here and talking to you for fun, I have rather kill wolves than speak with them. I am interested in joining this pack." She was starting to get annoyed with him, but at least this male was the real thing, not just a puffed up teen that believed he was so cool just because he killed one pathetic wolf. She was a killer, and instinctively knew he was too, as she remained standing. It seemed he was not as stupid as the wolves she had broken, not as fragile. She had good manners for a savage, and a sweet face for a demon. Kagura |
Replies:
- you don't need shoes at all now - By Devil May Cry May 25, 2010 at 02:30:43 AM
Re(1): you don't need shoes at all now - By ooc May 25, 2010 at 12:30:05 PM
Its in the rules - By DarQ May 25, 2010 at 05:23:34 PM