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 October 10, 2011 at 11:23:13 PM by Devil May Cry
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I can't help the snarl that leaps from my throat when instead of complying, the other male gives a growl before rolling over and then offers a sarcastic tone. My hackles bristle immediately. It isn't long before her perfume engulfs me and I twist my head just enough to make out the black form of my alphess. She looks about how I feel right now: pissed. She gives him an order and my tail flicks in glee, glad to see him about to recieve some justice, though I am slightly disappointed that I won't be dishing it out myself. She goes on to scold the male, telling him to get out and I snarl in reply behind, ready to back her up if necessary. My eyes narrow on the male, listening with growing rage as he offers up more sarcasm for Queens, acting as if he can't figure out that this is the same wolf whose scent engulfs the borders. He even has the nerve to look directly into her eyes. Another snarl is my reply. At his last question, I leap forward, snapping my jaws at his face, whatever I can reach though my main target is his muzzle. Clamping my jaws shut whether on his muzzle or on air, I shake my head vigorously trying to tear his wounds open and injure him more for being such a ham. Even as I'm about to do more damage, I hear paws running up and turn on the intruder, thinking it backup for the male. Seeing that it's only Silver Bullet, I offer a growl of greeting before turning my attention back on the first male. I listen to his lyrics and feel another snarl escape my lips in agreement. I then watch in slight surprise and maybe a tad bit of admiration as the gray male leaps forward, snapping his jaws right in front of the dunce. I raise a brow but say nothing. I can hear Queens sigh beside me, trying to calm herself. I don't see the point really. We should have already jumped this punk and disposed of him the Malignant way but hey, she's the alpha. I listen to her own sarcastic tones this time and grin, flashing my blood thirsty fangs at the dark male in case he doesn't get the hint. She then repeats her order, telling the male to leave. I lick my chops, wondering if he'll listen this time. The male just continues to prove his worth by rolling his eyes at Silver and then asking to talk to the alpha. Is he just blind or lost his sense of smell or what? I snarl again at his stupidity. Then he tries to bark an order about what are we waiting for and I snap again, taking a challenging step forward, eyes glancing at Queens. This one's not worth your breath. Let me break his neck for you, my queen. Instead she does choose to answer him, telling him what we already know, that she's the alpha here. Another new face brings my face around to Scarface, one of the newest wolves in the pack. He says something to the male about proper submission before rolling over in front of Queens. I can't help but roll my eyes with another growl. Is this really necessary? I then watch the male leap at Scarface, trying to bite his paw of all things and growling like a wolf with power. Oh please. I'm about to leap at him myself when he turns on Queens, flashing fangs and threatening her with nonsense words. I take another step forward, snarling at her. Scarface surprises me by dodging the attack and going for the other male's shoulder and I have a feeling this could go on for a while. Glancing at Queens to let her know what I'm about to do, a way of asking permission I guess but we both know I'd probably do it anyway, all for the sake of her safety. I can't have her standing in harm's way. I snarl and leap between the two, using my bulk and shoulders to shove at both Scarface and DarkShade, trying to knock the pack member back toward the pack lands while shoving the other further away. Snarling once more, I turn to face DarkShade, revealing my own fangs and snapping my jaws. Without warning, I leap right at him, jaws snapping at his throat and face. I use momentum to my advantage, looking to throw him to the ground with me pinning him down while I attack his face and neck viciously. With every clamp down of my jaws, I shake my head to cause more damage. I push forward the whole time, trying to back him as far away from the borders as possible to keep the fight away from the others, mostly Queens.I spit words at him between bites. You've had your warning, punk. Now get lost or I'll help your soul get lost. |
Replies:
- 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
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