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.
IP: 71.31.110.138
Posted on February 7, 2012 at 01:31:45 AM by Devil May Cry
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The smell of a stranger already has me on my feet and heading toward the borders when a low howl rings in my laced back ears. A growl of irritation instantly rumbles deep in my chest as I continue forward at a leisurely pace. I guess it could be worse. At least it was somewhere close to a polite volume where most are high pitched, loud and obnoxious that make me want to tear their windpipes out for making a sound at all. Yet just the thought of a wolf calling attention to themselves is beyond me. Don't they know know that we have noses? That I can smell their foreign stench a mile away? Whatever. My form is caressed by the shadows of the trees of Malignant as I slink slowly toward the borders, ready to see this bit of flesh that thinks themselves worthy of this pack. Bright golden eyes are the only things that betray my presence. My paws are careful to cup the earth with each step, making my approach silent and undetectable. I made sure of the direction of the wind so that I know I'll be downwind of the stranger. Add that in with my death kissed coat and you've got a shadow of a wolf, an assassin, deadly. That's what I'll always be, pack wolf or no. Soon enough I take the female into my vision, already laying belly side up on the ground as she awaits her fate. Good girl. My lips curl back into a sneer, revealing blood thirsty fangs as I step from cover, not stopping till I'm standing right over her vulnerable position. Once there, I take a seat right behind her head, glancing down at her upside down form as if it's perfectly normal. My ears prick and my eyes gleam, the scars settig a pattern on my flesh to show that I'm well experienced if she tries to put a fight or anything. What's your name, pet? |
Replies:
- Dancing in flames of my own creation - By Venefica February 7, 2012 at 01:46:16 AM
bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry February 7, 2012 at 05:23:28 AM
Dancing in flames of my own creation - By Venefica February 7, 2012 at 01:29:26 PM
bring on the rain - By Devil May Cry February 8, 2012 at 06:34:13 AM