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 29, 2011 at 09:31:35 PM by Devil May Cry
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I let the shadows easily mask my coat of onyz as I make my way toward the border, drawn by the fresh scent of blood and pain. Golden eyes watch the fellow shadows as I slither through the trees, so used to the terrain that I could walk it with my eyes closed. Ears flicker alertly, taking in the silence, all except for a lingering howl that sets my fangs on edge. Shut the rap, I want to yell, but that would take away from the stealth so I merely grind my teeth and keep going. I stay silent and downwind of the border as I make a wide circle, wanting to make sure I can scope out the new comer in my own time. As of yet, I don't smell any of the other wolves from the pack making their way over so why not make a first appearance? Besides, Queens might not want to waste her time on this one. The blood doesn't smell lupine, in fact, it smells more like a coyote and I wonder for a moment if one was foolish enough to make its way to a pack border of wolves. Snack, anyone? I sniff quietly and continue my journey till I can peek through the trees at the pathetic sight that greets me. A teen male stands at the border, standing pitifully on his disfunctional paw. I can see the pain in his eyes and a small wonder goes off in my head, wondering how he got injured, but is it really any of my concern? No, not really. Sadistic laughter is the first thing that escapes my lips as I pad out of the shadows, announcing myself to the youngster in all my deadly humor. Golden eyes glower at the male as I circle him tightly, my tail touching his pelt as I curl the corner of one lip back, revealing my fang. Looking him up and down, a snarl releases from my gums as I stand to face him and let my hackles rise. You were foolish to come here, especially injured. Did you think we were a pack of kind wolves, to take you in and care for you? Well, you thought wrong! Get lost, twerp, before I break the rest of your paws. Another snarl rips from my chest as I settle into an attack crouch, golden eyes watching him, ready to make a move. |
Replies:
- I just feel SICK - By Baku March 29, 2011 at 11:56:47 PM
that's the venom baby - By Scorpio March 30, 2011 at 10:37:57 AM
poison is just a weaklings way to get out of murder - By Devil May Cry March 30, 2011 at 08:22:08 PM
Let's show you how a REAL wolf does it... - By Baku March 31, 2011 at 01:51:32 AM
Can you feel it in your blood? - By scorpio March 31, 2011 at 10:36:33 AM
i feel nothing but hot anger and adrenaline - By Devil May Cry March 31, 2011 at 02:49:56 PM
Couldn't have said it better myself - By Baku March 31, 2011 at 08:11:17 PM
Is this death? - By Scorpio April 1, 2011 at 10:26:48 AM
you would know - By Devil May Cry April 4, 2011 at 04:12:02 PM
He USED to - By Baku April 5, 2011 at 05:39:28 AM