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 January 6, 2012 at 01:23:05 AM by Devil May Cry
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I prick my ears alertly as Queens' familiar call rings throughout the pack lands. A sigh drips from my obsidian lips, knowing that I won't be one of the first to show up to this one. It's nothing against my queen of course. I adore her and she knows this. She's the only one I could ever admit that to. I've never held affections for anyone before, not until I met Queens. She changed me a little, though not enough to change who I am inside, an assassin. I can still act heartless and ache for the kill and treat other females like they're disposable and yet she adores me still. That's enough to make me stay, enough to make me any sense of the word loyal, that word I used to never use. Assassins are never loyal, they're never trustworthy, yet she knows that I will always be here for her, waiting in the shadows where she belongs too. She knows it well though she likes to stick to the spotlight but that's okay. She's a queen and that's without doubt. The spotlight is also where she belongs but the shadows are her calling. I let her have her fun in the sun but I will always be waiting for her in the darkness and I know somehow that she knows this. I wonder vaguely to myself as I travel toward the pack meeting who will be there. I can already smell the odors of wolves that have arrived ahead of me. There is the unmistakable cologne of Fenrir and Scarface, two darkhearted fellows, father and son. I could tell the first moment I met Scarface that he would try his luck with Queens. He wouldn't be near the first or the last, if he got so lucky to be successful. Not many can boast being that close to her, especially not to her heart. I'm not even sure I've come close to that. At least at times I want to believe I have but then she's always had that thing for loving guys who always leave. Speaking of, I can smell the cologne of Arcadian now. He must be there already. I've never exactly disliked the ivory male who so recently stole the queen's heart and then cut it up when he left unexpectedly. I could never be the friend of a male, it's just that testosterone thing, but we have exchanged what could be mistaken as friendly words before. I have no forms of jealousy when it comes to Queens and her conquests. It is who she is and how could I ever ask her to change? Just as she would never ask me to change. It's better that way. I can already picture him bowing at Queens' paws, giving her that smoldering look to take her back to when they whiled the nights away. I'm sure she missed him. I wonder if she'll give him back her heart but then that's her decision, not mine. Still I smirk slightly at the picture of him begging for mercy. Another strange but oddly familiar odor touches my nose next. An older teen, a male who also smells like Arcadian. Aha, this must be the son that the snowy male brought back with him. Yes, I hear things in Malignant and I know that he brought one of Queens' sons with him, the long lost one from her latest litter. I don't know his name yet but I'm sure I will in time. I wonder who he looks like more, Sidorio or Arcadian. Next an unfamiliar scent tanged with Queens' perfume reaches my nose. A new female, interesting. I don't see many of those, at least not many that stick around. I guess they get tired of not being the center of attention here and go on their merry little ways. It's a shame really since it's not like they can be lonely here. Too many males fighting for Queens' attention. I wonder what this one will be like. Will she be worth anything or just another bitch thinking she can hang with the bad guys? Hell we're not bad guys, just killers with class. The next scent tickling my nostrils has a low growl governing my throat and my hackles bristling in warning even though I'm still on my way to the meeting. It's Kylo, the young male I fought in Quarrels Clearing and beat fairly though I won't say he didn't put up a decent match. Still, I didn't expect him to come crawling back to the same pack I tried to chase him off from. I figured that fight would have taught him something. Perhaps he has a thicker skull than I had intended. Well if Queens doesn't, perhaps I'll have to do something about it. Maybe bite down a little harder on it this time around. Next I smell not one but two females this time, one smelling of Queens and the other not yet blended with the pack scent. A new one then seeking entrance. I smirk, wondering what they're both like. I do like judging females, just not much for other males. Sorry not my thing. The next scent is a familiar one, this time of Calypso. I don't know much of the female but she seems fun enough and actually clever compared to most of the females who get in. I remember exchanging looks with her before and hwo she'd always been there to jump in when a fight was brewing. I'd decided then that I like her so I'll make sure to at least give her a grin when I arrive. Even as I walk, I catch the hint of tension in the air and my lips crinkle instantly into a grin. This can only mean that Queens has detected Kylo. Now I wish I was already there to catch the action. Surely this is going to be good. Next I smell the scent of Succubus, a female I remember from the last pack meeting. I know that her brother died not too long ago and I hear she's been leaving the pack lands more often since, coming back with the rancid smell of death on her coat. I make no opinions on it. If she goes mad, she goes mad. Maybe it'll just make her a better pack wolf by Malignant's standards anyway. Then I smell fear and I can only guess that Kylo is apologizing or asking for mercy or something of the sort. My body shivers in ecstacy , wishing I could be there personally NOT grant him mercy. A new scent touches my nose, one not untouched by Malignant wolves, just not any personally known to me. I remember the ivory wolfess Llorana from the last meeting. She too gave off an aura of intelligence that I admired but I never took it further. Niko, Queens' son seems an interesting sort but he acts too much like his father Sidorio, a natural flirt and arrogant to the extreme. We would never get along and I would probably end up hurting him so instead I stay away. Another new scent punctures my nostrils then, a hint of my queen's perfume in the unknown female's stench. The scent has a touch of something deeper in it, something in the blood that interests me. I've smelled that scent before yet never met this wolf. Could it be Demonican? I know well of the scarlet stained wolves that once ruled over Blossom but now stick to the shadows. They are a new breed indeed and I'm intrigued to finally get to meet one, or at least see one. Not long after, I finally reach the outskirts of the clearing and without further hesitation, my large ebony form pushes through the brush dividing me from the rest of the pack. I let my bright golden gaze sweep over the audience, giving nods to the ones I know and interested looks to the ones I don't but wish to. When my gaze meets Crimson Helm, I hesitate only a moment more, taking in her crimson markings to confirm my theory. A Demonican in Malignant, I wonder if Sidorio knows anything of this. I can also smell the stench of pregnancy on her, something that makes my nostrils wrinkle in distaste before I turn my gaze toward something more likable, that of Queens. She is in the face of Kylo, making him submissive at her paws. I grin and step to her, clicking my tongue against the back of my fangs to make a tsk tsk noise as I brush my fur faintly against her own, just enough to let her know I'm here without stepping into her personal bubble too long. Wouldn't want to smother the queen, I only offer my support as always. |
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- && you think I'm the perfect drug - By NIKANDROS January 6, 2012 at 01:32:34 AM
pay the price - By Kylo January 7, 2012 at 07:15:56 PM
- By ff December 31, 2011 at 05:06:14 PM
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