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: 174.131.117.110
Posted on May 25, 2010 at 02:30:43 AM by Devil May Cry
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The doll remained quiet and still throughout his instigation. He had to give her props there. He could read the confidence in her stance, and honestly, it irked him to hell. She showed no caution in her posture, just indifference. He could have already jumped in and killed her, and she wouldn't have had a chance in hell to defend herself. She was slack before him and cocky without proof. Her pendulum didn't even wag and he pondered for a moment if it was broken. Perhaps he could do it for her, just one quick snap of the jaws. He shrugged the delightful idea off after a moment, though. No, he wanted more fun out of this damsel. Her features changed after a moment or two, and upon catching the air of mockery, his muscles spasmed in self control. How dare she? He was the only pompous one after here! For a moment, Devil wished he was alpha and couuld have slit her throat on first sight. Too bad for him, she had to do something extra special for that. No, he was sure if he waited around long enough, she'd give him a good enough reason. Her first words rang out and he snarled, stepping right into her delicate face to snap his wide bulldog jaws down, the audible sound reverberating in the air around her. His golden pools turned menacing in an instant, voice coming out in a whisper. "Don't mock me, bitch. I have every right to know where you come from. I have that authority here so don't question me. I'm the only one here allowed to do that, ka peesh?" His windows bored into her, wanting her to back talk so he could end it here and now. Queens gave him the right to kill whoever was deemed unworthy if he felt it necessary and oh, was that sounding so sweet right about now. Taking a second to swipe his drippy jawline with his tongue, the brute lapped up his saliva and took a little step back, still in her space, for he was just waiting for the moment when he could end her life, now. She was too cocky for his taste. Her next words just made him angrier, definitely not a good thing. She was taunting him, apparently she was a moron. Still grinning his weapons, he raised his hackles again. "I do other things for fun, things that would make you scream just to think about. I am talking to you for "fun" either, pet. I would much rather just rip your jaw off and watch you bleed to death. Unfortunately, that's not my duty, but killing idiotic wolves who don't know when to shut their own mouths, yeah, that's part of my duty. Watch who you mock, sweetie, you won't be breathing long if you don't." His own voice turned mocking then. "And I could give a damn about what you'd rather be doing.You interested in joining this pack? Guess what? When the alpha's not present, you have to go through me to do that. And guess what, puppet? You just failed the course." Lapping in his own play game then, the hunter swept his right fore paw out, catching the belle right behind her knee cap and making her fall. When she was down, he brought his sharp claws right across her jugular, laughing as the crimson sprayed his face. Now that she lay gurgling on the ground, he stepped over her to look grinning down into her facades. "What? I'm sorry, I cannot hear you. You thirsty? Here." Stepping over her pate, he lifted a leg and urinated, laughing the whole time. When he was done, he stepped back and turned around, using his back paws as peddles to swipe dirt up from the ground onto her dying face. Looking back over his shoulder, he smirked. "Back talk now, bitch." With that, he stepped away into the shadows, another duty done. OOC: this wolf was killed for disrespecting a wolf on border patrol. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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- 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
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