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 April 5, 2012 at 02:11:28 AM by Devil May Cry
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The female stands there for what feels like forever, her mind seemingly elsewhere or I'd surmise it from the faraway look in her eyes. At one point, a smile close to bliss parts her lips and my ears flicker in interest. Ah well, daydreams do nothing for the present. Then her nose starts twitching and I wonder if the wind has gone from my favor. Perhaps so but it's nothing short of perceptive for her to figure out that I'm here. She looks around then, confirming my suspicion, her eyes bright and curious to see who is the owner of the cologne. Glee fills her face as she pulls back her lips into a grin, asking if I'm going to stay hidden. I pause and grin, golden eyes glittering as I decide but no, that doesn't take long. Of course I'll come out and play. I do enjoy games. Listening to her question, a chuckle drips from my inky lips as I step from the shadows, tail arched proudly over my spine, head raised, gleaming golden eyes taking in her form. I shake out my fur as I step forward, deep melodic voice slipping past my lips. I wouldn't dare to hurt such a pretty throat before hearing its plea for mercy, pet. Flashing her a view of my own pearly white fangs, I flick my tail in anticipation as I pace in front of her, restless muscles ever ready. Are you surrendering your purpose then? Come, come, dearie, I took you as more stubborn than all that. You should at least make me tickle it out of you. My eyes spark daringly, tail flicking again. |
Replies:
- .it’s hard t blieve a story thats been told so well. - By Asiria April 7, 2012 at 08:51:47 AM
Fear the Night - By Devil May Cry May 3, 2012 at 03:46:36 AM
.the shadows mean me no ill will. -not finished - By Asirai May 6, 2012 at 10:30:25 AM