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 23, 2011 at 09:15:40 PM by Devil May Cry
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I can see the surprise in her eyes at my words, but really, what did she expect when she came to Malignant? We're not the nice type. We don't just invite you to stay. You have to earn your way in. She starts speaking, something about her former mate abusing her or some shit. I roll me eyes and jerk away, a look of sigust on my face as I shake my head and snap at the air to get her attention. My golden eyes gleam with disappointment. Blah, blah, blah, tell your sob story to someone who cares. The alpha here despises pups so you might as well count yourself as lucky that you lost the little brats before you got here. Your answer had nothing to do with the question, pet. My lips curl back more into a sneer as I circle her body. A deep sigh drips from my lips at her second answer. Does she really not know what it means to let silence be the answer? Of course it's not the fact that she's talking that's making her go downhill right now. It's the nature of her words. Does she really think the color of your fur is what makes you fit in around here? Just shut up. The sound of your voice is starting to disgust me, puppet. I don't care if you're hot pink with purple polka dots. It's what's inside that counts around here. At her final comment, I pull back and throw my muzzle up, a deep sarcastic laugh dripping from my jaws before I shake my head and glare at her, hackles slowly rising. Now that, you'll have to prove. When I thought it was all finished, she speaks again and once more I roll my eyes and snort disdainfully. I doubt that and I trust no one so don't waste your breath, pet. My tail arches over my spine, flicking in irritation. Finally I stop to face her, lowering into an attack stance, golden eyes daring her to make a move. You are not doing so well, puppet so here's you choices. Leave now in peace and come back when you've learned something useful or face me right here, right now and try your luck at impressing me with your killing skills. Just know that I don't plan to stop until you're either running away or lying lifeless on the ground. I barely disguise the sarcasm when I say "killing skills," my eyes daring her to make the smart choice. Does she really think that she'll be able ot turn this around in her favor? The smart thing would be to turn and run now while she has the chance. She won't be much good fighting with that scar. It'll make a nice taste in my mouth though. |
Replies:
- fine... after waighting weaks, this is what i get - By Surf June 23, 2011 at 11:48:17 PM
you get what you pay for - By Devil May Cry June 24, 2011 at 04:21:53 PM
not so fast... - By Surf June 25, 2011 at 01:03:19 AM
gravity should take care of that - By Devil May Cry June 25, 2011 at 09:26:27 PM
smart, for someone blind with rage - By Surf June 26, 2011 at 05:15:12 AM