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 15, 2011 at 08:22:39 PM by Devil May Cry
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The fading light of sunset crosses my onyx lids, the bulky shadow shuddering as wakefulness draws me back to reality of another night. Golden eyes the color of the brightest day open to see the dimming light, relishing the colors bouncing off of the hard surface of rock I've taken to napping on recently. A groan of reluctance exits my night shaded lips as I slowly raise my great head to survey my surroundings. Still alone, just the way I like it. I've picked a solitary spot away from the more trafficked areas of Malignant, wanting my peace when I settle down for some much needed rest. It serves me well, as I'm not much of a sociable creature, never have been. Large paws stretch out before me to draw me upwards, the beginning of a satisfying stretch in the works. Joints groan and pop till my whole body feels loose and ready to take on any challenge, though the squabble with the injured youth wasn't much of a warm up. My characteristic smirk tugs at my lips as I replay the pathetic scene. He came to the borders of a rumored pack of murderers, expecting aide in his time of need. He got what he deserved. I'd like to see how long it takes him to get rid of that headache, though, if he survives it. My strong jaws got a good crunch on his head as we rolled on the ground, pathetic fighter that he was, going for the legs when there's a perfectly sizable target biting at his own head. I shake my head at the thought, tossing it to the back as I survey my wide chest after standing up straighter. There's still a sizable amount of dried blood on my chest and little droplets that stuck in my fur from the squabble. My jaw still has a little gash under it but the blood's already caked in and the cut will start healing. Luckily, just drinking should dip it into water enough to keep it clean and uninfected. Most of the blood belongs to that fool who thought himself a warrior but oh well, what can you do about wolves like that? Show them up? Well, I'd say that's just what me and Baku did. My thoughts glance toward the female who helped in the assault. She was an experienced fighter, I could tell it in the movements she used. Even though they were flashes of fur mostly, I know a good fighter when I see one. She might just make a decent Malignant warrior, after all. I'll leave Queens to be the final judge on that, though. My tail stretches out before arching perfectly over my back, but in a loose position so that it's not mistaken as aggression. I am rather relaxed, at least for the moment. That's when a new unfamiliar scent wafts through my nostrils, causing them to flare as I tense and consider. It's a loner on the borders, but I also pick up the perfume of none other than my recent partner in crime, Baku. Ah, so she has taken the duty of meeting visitors, huh? Good for her. My smirk widens in amusement as my paws pick a quick path to the borders myself, ebony draped body blending into the welcoming shadows of the coming dark. My steps are silent and purposeful, left over skills from my assassin days. Once I'm within earshot of the two females, I stop to listen for a little while, enough time to take in Baku's drawn out conversation with the young white beauty I can make out on the border. She looks not far out of her teen stages, if she's even got that far, but her eyes seem to glow sapphire in the receding light of day. My ears prick at attention, golden eyes glancing between the two, observing their little exchange. Feminine lyrics are not much for my taste, but I find myself bored enough to intervene. Finally, I step confidently from the shadows, my head held high and tail loosening up some, just enough to show that I mean no harm, at least for now. My eyes pierce the youth on the border, letting her know with my stance that I hold rank in this pack as I walk slowly toward them, the stench of death in my step. The caked blood will give away my recent activities, but then Baku knows all about those. My eyes find hers for a moment as I come up beside her, a subtle nod of greeting to a fighter at my side. Then they find the white female again and I offer her a flash of my fangs in a sadistic grin as I step more toward the border, testing her personal space as I like to do. Well, Baku, what do we have here? Pretty little thing, isn't she? My eyes dance over her curves with experience and hunger as I slowly lick along my upper jaw. Paws continue tracking as I step in a tight circle around her figure, keeping myself just out of reach of her incisors should she snap but close enough to continue harassing her space. |
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- .::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana April 16, 2011 at 02:18:15 AM
make it a bloody mary - By Devil May Cry April 16, 2011 at 05:18:18 PM
.::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana April 17, 2011 at 05:34:25 PM
don't make me a cradle robber - By Devil May Cry April 26, 2011 at 01:19:47 AM
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