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 17, 2011 at 05:34:25 PM by Llorana
And nothing is quite what it seems. You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming! ---------------------------------- The stench of death became ever clear as the male closes the distance between himself and Llorana. He had continued to circle her, even after her submission and deep down the she-wolf knew that this was no ordinary male. No, he was something much different; a murderer or perhaps even a rapist. But regardless of what she thought of the him, she kept her expression impassive. She would not allow him to see any side of weakness she had, for she was still on the no man’s land side of the line. The two wolves before her were on Malignant’s pack land. And yet the the male pack wolf continued to circle her, rounding about her hind quarters. He even went as far as to allow the fringes of his pelt to mesh with her own. Onyx meshing with alabaster as he did so, and the result had her flesh crawling. It was then that she couldn’t control her reaction, as her body gave an involuntary shudder. Though she did not grimace or force her gaze quickly on his, she simply awaited his reaction to her own. As for the other pack wolf, Baku, she hadn’t said much since the male had arrived. This caused Llorana to wonder for a fleeting moment to how ranks worked within their pack. Was she inferior to the Delta male to the point of not being allowed to speak? That seemed a tad foolish to the young she-wolf, especially when the devil in front of her quirked the older female a look. It was then that he stated his name to her, and the she-wolf could have rolled over on her side laughing. But Llorana was not one to roll over, or even laugh really. She also kept the fact that she had referred to him as 'the devil' in her own mind, for she still wasn’t big on talking. Llorana completely controled her reaction as the male leant in to caress her audit with his elongate tongue. Granted it made her skin crawl once again, but she kept her body still. She simply cocked her left brow as he whispered in her ear. Devil May Cry. Interesting enough name for an.. interesting enough wolf. Perhaps Devil, as he crooned her to call him, knew nothing of the bottomless chasms that are known as Hell. But then again, perhaps that’s where the male had been born. It was then that Devil May Cry asked her of her own name, calling her puppet in the meantime. But the young wolf paused a moment before replying to his words. It wasn’t out of disrespect, for she was simply observing his demeanor further than she already had. She was taking in his lean muscles rippling beneath his coat, his battle scars that littered his fourm, and still that stench of death. The stench of blood ridden wolf fur wasn’t all that appealing either. But still.. something within the core of Llorana shifted at that scent. Something, for she did not know what, drew her body to wish to cross the border, to cross within this pack. She knew she had never been quite the violent type before, but something about these wolves.. Well, you could say it brought out the worst in her. After her slightly disturbing thoughts, she allowed her slender maw to then part with speech. As I have told your comrade beside you, I was named Llorana at birthe. And that was all that the young she-wolf gave Devil the satisfaction of hearing. And as she had spoken to Baku before, her voice was nothing like other females she had come across. It wasn’t melodic or sweet or seductive. It didn't flow like honey. It was really rather gruff, a mere tenor tone compared to the usual soprano. It wasn’t music to one’s audits, and nor was it soothing to the soul. It was simply her voice, with a tad of a husky tone thrown in there. And it was nothing akin to her alabaster appearance. She was lithe and slender, yet muscular beneath her bleached coat. One would have expected a bird’s song of a voice from her, but one would be terribly wrong to assume so. And so she kept her words to Devil short and informative, for she was never one to beat around the bush like so many fools were prone to do. It may have been for this reason Llorana wasn’t much of a talker, but not much of a talker she was. OldSoul How can you know this way not that? You choose the door you choose the path. |
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- don't make me a cradle robber - By Devil May Cry April 26, 2011 at 01:19:47 AM
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