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 November 26, 2011 at 11:02:51 PM by Devil May Cry
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The minute the howl hits my ears, they lace back to my skull in distaste. The call sounds cocky and demanding, like a whiny cub before I lose my patience and crush it's tiny little skull in. A growl vibrates in my chest as I get up from my afternoon nap and stretch out, coiled muscles limber and ready to do their duty as I take off at a trot through the shadows of the trees. I keep to the shadows, my midnight coat hiding me well. Golden eyes are the only betrayal of my image as my paws cup the twigs and other debris beneath me, silencing any crunching or other noise that might give my approach away. My tail arches proudly over my back, portraying the rank of Beta, one given to me by Queens and one that will be taken away by nothing less. Soon enough I make out the male waiting at the borders and I can tell by his body language that he didn't come here to fight. Oh, pity. My eyes gleam with disappointment even as I slowly lick my jaws. Oh well, I've always liked a challenge. Stepping from the shadows, I hold my head high and send my rough edged voice to him in a growl. Get to your spine, pest. I won't have whiny brats at the border demanding ranks. You get what you deserve and right now, you're not even considered the lowest of the low. You're nothing, a rogue, a measly loner so I expect you to shut your trap and do as you're told. Hackles bristle as the corner of my lips curl back, sending him a clear warning not to cross me. |
Replies:
- a mutt is all i see - By Kylo November 26, 2011 at 11:17:34 PM
bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry November 27, 2011 at 03:20:42 AM
!FOOL! - By Kylo November 29, 2011 at 09:16:19 PM