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 29, 2010 at 10:30:22 PM by Devil May Cry
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The pup did nothing but yell her wrath in answer to his question, letting the mascu know first hand that she thought bullying older stronger wolves was the way to get accepted. Oh but how very wrong she was. Devil couldn't hide the amusement in his globes as he tilted his skull and gnashed his fangs together. Leaning in till his dentals were inches from her face, he snapped his wide jaws at the air and whispered mercilessly. That then is your final answer. You cannot come here wanting something and not be expected to fight for it. Pups have no right to know what they want, they are merely puppets to their parents. Just because you're an orphen that nobody seems to want, it doesn't mean you can yell at elders about things you want and expect to not get a death sentence. That being your lecture, let's get this over with. Don't worry, brat. I'll make it quick. That being said, he leaped to stand over the juvi before bringing his canids down on her spine. Pushing her toward the ground, he then lifted her carcass and sank his enamels in deeper before shaking his crown vigorously side to side. He felt the tyke's life slip from between his mandibles at about the same time he heard the audible snap of the spine being broken. Enjoying the taste of blood a little longer, he finally laid the tiny corpse back down on the ground and stared at it, wondering what he should do to make this more fun. Smirking to himself, he suddenly lunged at the pup's neck and snapped his strong jaws together, breaking the neck bone as he severed the tiny pate from its master. Watching the blood squirt out of the open hole like a fountain, he laughed to himself and laid down to roll in the pup's blood, his golden lanterns dancing in the esctacy of death. |
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