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.
IP: 71.31.109.148
Posted on October 1, 2011 at 09:16:56 PM by Devil May Cry
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Hearing the howl ring out immediately sets my teeth on edge. There's something about it that seems hidden, as if dark intentions lay low behind a submissive mask. Either way, I'll make to give this one a good greeting. Dismissing myself once more from the meeting, I creep into the shadows, weaving my way expertly through the trees of Malignant, following the stranger's scent. Soon enough a wave of testosterone hits me and a soft growl penetrates my chest. Another male, goody. We need more of those in Malignant, but only if they're up to snuff. I know that Queens likes her chew toys, but I honestly can't stand other males. Oh well, not my call. My tail raises to Beta status as I raise my head some and step toward the borders, bringing myself into sight for the first time. Bright golden eyes rake over the other male's form, taking in his restless pacing with a disappointed frown. Don't know how to wait patiently huh? That can be remedied. A curt growl escapes my lips as I step forward, stopping once I'm right in the other male's path, cutting his pacing short. Eyes pierce daggers into his own as my voice comes out rough and demanding. Show some skin, punk. It might be tough trying to pace on three legs. The threat is clear, hackles bristling as I make sure the male knows I mean business. His best bet would be to submit as told. |
Replies:
- Back out of the way - By TbRacer October 3, 2011 at 08:17:28 PM
lil f r e a k - By Queens October 4, 2011 at 03:56:50 AM
Shut up and hear what i say - By TbRacer October 4, 2011 at 07:49:48 PM
Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet October 5, 2011 at 00:41:41 AM
the m o n s t e r inside. - By Queens October 5, 2011 at 03:25:34 AM
FIne but the outcome will be worse - By TbRacer October 5, 2011 at 09:23:22 PM
killing my self l a u g h i n g - By Queens October 5, 2011 at 11:30:51 PM
let the bodies hit the floor - By scarface October 7, 2011 at 10:46:42 AM
You made the huge mistake - By TbRacer October 7, 2011 at 07:35:48 PM
let the bodies hit the floor - By Scarface October 8, 2011 at 09:36:00 AM
let the rain fall - By Devil May Cry October 10, 2011 at 11:23:13 PM
How does it feel, to have hell on your heels - By Queens October 11, 2011 at 02:49:09 AM
seeing as we`re hell on earth - By scarface October 11, 2011 at 11:39:46 AM
You are all flea brains - By TbRacer October 11, 2011 at 07:39:17 PM
Speeding by like a BULLET - By Silver Bullet October 11, 2011 at 09:37:23 PM
- By Font Fairy October 6, 2011 at 07:04:26 PM