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 July 14, 2011 at 06:07:19 AM by Devil May Cry
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The howl irritates my sensititve ears and a growl drips from midnight tainted lips as I move my paws in the direction of the annoyance. Why must they always howl? Don't they know that wolves are born with the sense of smell? I knew the minute his musky cologne entered the area outside the borders of Malignant Felicity. Being a former assassin gives one better senses, or rather the skills to use those senses we are born with to greater use. My death kissed form blends naturally in with the shadows around me, feeling me with comfort in my best environment. I am an adapter to darkness, the true form of a killer and none can take that from me. Let them try. Soon enough I come into view of the pacing form and my brow quirks. Impatient, are we? He can't lie down and wait patiently to roll onto his back like a good pack animal? What kind of respect is that to our borders that Queens has so nicely marked? Not very nice manners at all. A deeper growl drips from my lips as I continue to slip silently through the shadows, loud enough for him to hear but he won't be able to pinpoint where the sound's coming from. I make sure to pick a path downwind of him so he can't track me by my deep musky scent. My ears flatten and I raise my skull and tail before stepping out of the comfort of the shadows, bright golden eyes glaring at the male as the deep rumbling growl continues to escape my charcoal lips. Show your throat or lose it, your choice. If he knows anything of packs, he will read by my stance that I hold rank in the pack and so he is under me, meaning it'd be best to do as I say. |
Replies:
- (Never mind) - By OOC July 18, 2011 at 06:18:21 PM
Yes it can - By Dee July 19, 2011 at 03:17:39 AM