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 November 25, 2010 at 05:04:32 AM by Devil May Cry
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Blood covered his chest and the front of his limbs, the results of a massacre in the free lands. Really, how could the hunter have been that stupid to challenge him? He had just been moseying along, minding his own business, when this guy suddenly jumped out of the bushes snarling and growling, then challenged Devil to a death match! Okay, so maybe that was a lie. He had been trailing a wolf of interest that had come through that area before. The scent was familiar, like he'd met them before. Not many wolves that he met before live to tell the tale, so this interested him. Who was it? The scent alone wouldn't jog his memory. Oh well, he would find out sooner or later, he always did. He was heading toward the stream when a new perfume invaded his nostrils. Mm, fresh meat. His plume arched over his back as he headed toward the border at a trot. Lobes pricked with interest as the demon blended in with the shadows, his large paws stepping silently over the forest floor, trades of the assassin trade. Soon his gold painted orbs took in the loathsome tyke sitting on the ground. A small pitiful howl hit his drums, making them twitch and pin back to his scalp as he stepped into plain view, his fur already bristling in readiness. Looking at the juvi with narrowed orbs, a snarl escaped his throat. Any last words? |
Replies:
- Do you see no hope in me? - By Adan November 27, 2010 at 06:29:27 PM
nope, none at all - By Devil May Cry November 29, 2010 at 10:30:22 PM