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 16, 2011 at 00:33:50 AM by Devil May Cry
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I watch the male's features carefully, trying to decipher any sort of emotion that he might show. Fortunately this male shows his intelligence by keeping his face completely blank. It's refreshing, actually. My tail flicks side to side almost teasingly, golden eyes never wavering. My lips tug into a more humorous grin as the male then lowers himself to the ground and rolls over obediantly, revealing his stomach and jugular as he tries to make his entire body relax. I walk over slowly, twitching my tail, ears flat against my skull as my eyes seem to burn a hole into him. Once I stand over him, I slowly lower my jaws to his throat, parting them and then snapping them closed right over his neck, just inches from his fur. Another dark laugh drips from my fangs and I speak in barely above a whisper where only his ears can hear. I see you know your manners. Good job, you've survived the first test. Don't think I won't continue to assess your worthiness. Welcome to Malignant and all the rest, blah, blah, blah. Stepping back, I lift my head and turn, disappearing back into the shadows and letting it blend around my midnight coat. |
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