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 30, 2011 at 08:22:08 PM by Devil May Cry
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It isn't long before the scent of one of the wolves from the pack meeting wafts into my nostrils. I keep my posture, though one ear flickers around to listen as the female makes her presence known. The only greeting she gets is a swift wave of my tail before it returns to its arched angry pose over my spine. A lone ear stands at attention to hear her drawn lyrics as she gets into attack pose as well, letting me know that she'll have my back should things turn sour. Of course, I don't think I'll need any taking on an injured teen, but then I guess she can help clean up the pieces once I'm done with him. Soon my full attention is on the young male again as he makes matters worse, choosing to growl and act superior rather than back down to pack wolves and listen to my warning. The snarls rise in volume coming from my own chest, letting the youth know that he's crossed a line with his foolish behavior. I barely listen to his wimpish tones about going off of what I see. Holding back from rolling my eyes childishly at his rambling, I lunge out to snap my wide strong jaws at his muzzle just as he chooses that moment to snap and step forward. If I timed it right, my fangs will close tightly around his muzzle, cutting into it with immense pressure, though not enough to break it unless he jerks back at the right angle. The bite is his second warning and I don't do third warnings. Fool! You are young and ignorant, I don't care how much training you've gone through. I guess your trainers were the coyotes you decided to kill and you should have stayed with them, punk. We don't need weaklings with haughty attitudes. We need strong fighters. I go by looks because so will another wolf and so will a prey animal. You even smell pathetic in my nostrils. You don't know the ways of a wolf or you would know not to growl at a higher ranked wolf. You are below the female beside me and yet you snap and act as if you are above both of us. You know nothing and I just hope you have made your peace with the gods because your time here is done. Not bothering to waste any more breath on the brat, I lunge again, snarls ripping from my chest as I snap my strong jaws at his shoulder and the side of his neck. If they land on his shoulder, I will use my bulk weight and his weak balance from the injured paw to forcefully throw him to the ground with my teeth where I will then pin him down with my fore paws and rip into him from all angles with my teeth. If I end up biting him more on his neck than shoulder, I will jerk my head side to side viciously to rip as much flesh as I can before biting again for his face and head. My attacks will not stop unless he surrenders and leaves the borders. I know that Queens will not come to help him. she may come to watch or even to join in, but I have known my alpha long enough to know that she despises pups, and especially weak pups. The only ones she likes is her own. I leave a little attention on Baku, knowing that she may join in anytime to help out. Maybe she'll just sit back and watch the show too. I wouldn't mind. Destruction is my specialty. |
Replies:
- 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