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 June 13, 2011 at 05:24:16 PM by Devil May Cry
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The thick musky scent of a male tickles my nostrils as I walk the borders, ears flattening automcatically in irritation. Sure, I know that Malignant needs some males for strength, plus Queens likes having some testosterone around for her own personal pleasure. It doesn't mean that I got to like it or them. I've never really gotten along with other males. Call it the dominance issue. I hate taking orders, especially from the typical males with the big attitudes. That won't fly cause I'm the big man on this campus and no one's taking over unless they go through me. Believe there, there are wolves that have tried but you don't see them here, do you? Golden eyes the color of the brightest sun scan my surroundings as I make my way toward the border, ears flicking around curiously now, listening to all the sounds of the pack lands. Tail flicks in agitation behind my wide black furred body, thick muscular legs powering me toward my destination. Finally, I come within sight of the male and a dark chuckle drips from my lips at the sight of him. Is it look alikes day and nobody told me? He's the spitting image of Queens, just with green eyes instead of gold. Really, it's rather humorous. My tail lifts to show my position of Delta as I raise my head and walk toward him. Golden eyes look over his chiseled frame, taking him in as a good asset to the pack, that is, if he knows when to keep his trap shut. That's most males' problem after all. I don't like talkers. Show submission or get gone. I bark in my rough edged tone, eyes burning in intensity on his face, letting him know that I mean business. |
Replies:
- .sweet lies. - By .vingi. June 14, 2011 at 12:13:18 PM
let's get this show on the road - By Devil May Cry June 16, 2011 at 00:33:50 AM