Your already low%01 so die already.

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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Your already low, so die already.
IP: 69.29.131.63
Posted on February 1, 2012 at 00:49:10 AM by Pascal

Chilled? Perhaps, but more of irked by the Fae's words.

The repetetive runs before suddenly didn't seem so distainfull anymore..
The Fae's response was not what Pascal had tried for, and was not to his pleasing. Here he had so generously stepped out of line to insure her saftey.. And she was begging him to let her die?
Repulsive little Vixen, this was what you get for being hospitable.
Casting an acicular glower down at her, in an attempt to dampen this need to.. Become decised. He complied, in a monotone, melodic coo;

" I'm sorry to say that I can't share your need die, Dearest. But rest assured, I'll be leaving soon, and I intend on us seeing each other quite awhile on."

The threat ballenced in the bastal snap of words, if you don't move, then I will, and I'll bring you with me.
The baneful hound that stood before them in challenge would remain so, no doubt untill they had found their ways ever so gracefully out of this desolate, substantual grotesque era.
And that, was exacly what Pascal intended on doing. The barometics in this clostophobic cage was teasingly high, creeping under Pascal's fur like water through reeds.
The brute danced back a few paces, cueing that this was as good a time as any to exit the stage.
The bawdy male applied the same vulgar entre to the wolf intittled as Devil, awaiting the Fae's consent, and perhaps the Pack memeber's, to leave.

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bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry February 2, 2012 at 04:47:24 AM
Let us lie, and I'll lie your grave. - By Pascal February 3, 2012 at 03:36:13 AM

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