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 August 2, 2010 at 04:47:17 PM by Devil May Cry
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Before he would reply, the other bronc took a moment to roll onto his side, making himself more comfortable. Devil was a little disappointed that he stayed down on the ground, though. Really, that was just his killing side that was disappointed, for then he would have just wanted to bait the mascu forward, try to make him do something disrespectful or just plain stupid enough for him to rip his throat out. The titan was playing it smart, at least for now, but Devil wasn't being himself at the moment. He usually came forward with a malicious grin on his lips and mischief in his orbs, wanting to play. His play always ended in bloodshed, though. Finally, the brujo gave him an answer, his name. Celtic Cross, really? Devil smirked. He would have gone on to make fun of the demon, but he wasn't done with the whole speaking thing. His words didn't mean anything, but Devil caught the last comment and had to chuckle a bit in humor. Ah, so he could add some wit to his words. What a smart little cookie. "Celtic Cross, huh? Sounds religious. What makes you think you belong here?" He liked to interrogate, maybe just cause he rarely did this. His approach was more straight forward. He would watch them, make an opinion, then tell them. He once walked up to a femme on the border and told her she wasn't worthy of Malignant so to get the hell out before he took her off the earth for good. She listened, taking away all his fun. The others he baited to see if they would be stupid enough to disrespect a pack wolf and when they did, well, you could guess the rest of the story by the scent of fresh blood that always lingered around here. Devil couldn't get enough of that odor, it sang to him. He waited for the virile's reply. Would it be the regular 'I like blood, I like to kill, I'm evil.' crap? Or could he come up with something more original, something more truthful? Devil could always pick the bullshitters from the rest, call it his gift. Most of the hunters talking trash about killing had never killed another wolf in their lives, they just dream about it. They just want that chance cause others make it look so easy. Wimps, they wouldn't know what to do when the wolf they're killing actually fights back. |
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- A Good Day - By Celtic Cross August 29, 2010 at 04:38:19 PM