Let us lie%01 and I'll lie your grave.

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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Let us lie, and I'll lie your grave.
IP: 69.29.131.63
Posted on February 3, 2012 at 03:36:13 AM by Pascal

OOC: After reading your post Devil, I've decided to put Pascal into an 'I' form, instead of a "He", it just opens up more oppurtunities to not copy one phrase over, and over, and over... Hopefully you wont mind... Thanks for the idea.
Also, I'll try to get the picture up as soon as possible. Computer glitches prevent me from doing so. Sorry.

Few moments pass as I hover no more then a foot from where my show of strength and bluster had proved to be futile. Waiting for the pestilent Fae to take follow. The wolf called Devil seemed less then happy at my appearence, and I was none too elated on his own appearence either, and was rather eager to make an exit.

Now, seeing as before the presiding King had been so.. Aggresive with his sparse responses. It came as little surprise, if not a little offending that the creature murmered his next play:

"Seems she doesn't want your escort. Perhaps I'd better do the girl her bidding and be done with it? I'm sure you have other damsels in distress to save... "

Me? Lower my standers to those underlings...? Perhaps a little overdone there, all the same infuritating in itself. So then, not only does the Devil bite, but he barks as well.
Joy.
Moving from my 'deaf' side, into a more recent line of the view the black giant began to proceed through with his ealier resolution. The dark prince slunk forward, casting starved sneers down on the pale female who so dearly craved death. Slow, diagramic circles followed as he took a lead on his prey, perhaps percieving her next move or enjoying his victory.. Mmm, I couldn't help but be a little.. 'Pissed' at this canine's impulse to so openly insult me with his show of dominence. Even so, Devil was a sort of delegate for this.... Interesting pack, and therefor, was intittled to what caution I found necessary to imply.
He was not to be underestimated, fighting him would most likely only place me in the same position as the other lowely pelt who took the same path as I was considering, let's not just yet rule that out. As for making amends and taking my leave, being chased out like a slovenly vermin.. Let's rule that out, just about now.

Ah, but word battles. Were a whole nother thing. Giving up this pathetic scrap of fur was again, not an option.

Making a sharp turn on hewed paws I join their small game. Adapting a larger cycle, incircling the white-on-black counterparts I had ealier both appraised, counter-clock wise to his silkly movements I swayed on iron pillars. Brakish eyes spewing instiagting scales at everything they caress.

" If you don't remember, in my ealier conversation with this fine lady, I had hoped we would be seeing each other once more. I'm not sure that our plans can intertwine in such a way that we both may have equel shares of her. Perhaps you could create a league of some sorts? If not, I've no choice, but to do as I see fit, to gain my right of way. As for somwhere to be, I've nothing better to do then, as you so keenly put it, save a poor damsel in distress."

I hissed, covering my words in deadly kindess, this was a dangerouse play I had decided to cast. Keeping my pace a good two wolves off from the incrediouse king, incase he feels his next impulsive attack shall be directed my way.
This may just not be as boring a day as I had ealier presumed...

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