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 March 21, 2011 at 10:37:20 PM by Devil May Cry
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Luckily the gray male doesn't seem to be the slow type for he leans away from my snarl and seems to brush it off. I grin sadistically at the low mumbled response he gives under his breath but I shrug it off and continue on my course to sit by Queens. I'm sure that I've been called worse. When I glance back, he's lying comfortably on his stomach, all sprawled out and looking like nothing in the world could harm him. My eyes brighten. I'll be keeping my eye on him. My gaze then falls to the white and black male who had made his presence as quiet as possible, or at least tried though nothing gets past Queens. I notice him looking back at me as I measure him up and the humor twinkling back at me is contagious. I can see he's quite amused by everything going on and his eyes keep going back to me like I'm going to flip over and do a trick. Then to top things off, when I glance over next, the male tilts his head in a comical fashion and shoots me a smile that could only be described as jovial and caring. What the fuck? A low growl sticks to my teeth as I curl one corner of lip back, revealing a sliver of fang as I roll my eyes and look away to scan over the remaining party. Well, we're definitely getting in some odd males this time around. Should make it interesting. As I get near to Queens, my skin tingles at the touch of her tail and a low growl that might sound like a canine purr pulls from my lips for her ears to hear. It's a teasing sound, one that I'm sure she'll understand all too intimately if she remembers at all the time we used to spend in private. I listen to her smooth speech as she dismisses the other wolves in a manner of speaking and turns her attention on me. I sit patiently at her side, knowing that she called me here for a reason and I get my answer when she leans in to carelessly lick my ear and whisper into it. Without hesitation, I nod subtly, turning my gaze to her so she can read the silent message. Either she'll find me or I'll find her, one of the two. I'm sure she knows I have good tracking abilites, and her perfume is definitely encrpyted in my brain powerful enough to find her anywhere. Then my golden eyes are on the alpha as she nimbly leaps from the rock to approach the male who thought to bring her a gift. My lips again twitch into a smirk. I listen to her honey soaked lyrics, knowing this routine like the back of my paw. She still has the gift to makes males drool at her paws. I note the look she gives the silver male, the one who called himself Silver Bullet. She wants to speak with him too. Curiosity? Maybe but I'm not nosy enough to stick around to find out. I always find out things anyway. It's my gift. My ears prick to hear the downed male's response and I can already see the fire in his eyes. What male can resist it when Queens turns on the charm? My amusement deepens as he rolls back over and sits comfortably. That's when a new scent enters my nostrils and I turn my gaze to a new female entering. She has the same black and brown coloring as Queens but when she speaks, her voice is soft as newly churned butter. I can immediately see the regret in her eyes like she wanted to go for a different sound and my head cocks to the side in amusement. She continues, calling herself Baku and giving some short speech about how she was good for the pack. I gotta give her credit for trying. The corner of my lips twitches up in an entertained smirk. |
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