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 April 4, 2011 at 04:12:02 PM by Devil May Cry
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I hear a growl of satisfaction sometime in the brawl and guess that Baku has met true somewhere on the young male. I dart in and out quickly at the male's head and face, scarring him up as much as possible as a flash of fur tells me Baku is going for the stomach. I feel the pressure on the male's head as my strong jaws clamp down and I know that this is an injury that won't be going away so easily. Another flash of fur as the male goes for my legs and I see Baku ducking for his hind leg as well. I smirk to myself in the midst of the struggle. Yes, cripple him further. I continue my own attack as she goes for the male's tail, aiming to torture his spine as much as possible. I watch as the male twists over, trying to bite at Baku. Somehow he manages to twist out from between us which is of course not a good place to be. I watch him stagger around dizzy and I know his head must be pounding. I smell the fear rolling off of him and I grin through yellow blood stained teeth, ready for more. I see the blood dripping from his stomach and give Baku a sidelong glance of congrats on her good fight, knowing that the pup will soon be leaving, rather by death or choice. I roll my eyes at his gasped words, throwing my head back to let hysterical laughter follow him as he limps off into the forest and away from the borders of Malignant. Good riddance, I think to myself. Even Queens wouldn't have been humored. |
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- He USED to - By Baku April 5, 2011 at 05:39:28 AM