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 May 30, 2012 at 02:57:44 AM by Devil May Cry
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When the call comes, I'm lying in my den, taking a well deserved nap. I got bored recently and went out in search of fun, only to find a decent show. Two males were parading around a small female, taunting her about having their way with her when I could tell that neither had laid a paw on her just yet. I watched for a while and then pushed my way into the fray, using my charm to deceive the males into thinking I was on their side. So we had a little fun with the girl and then when the males started grumbling about ending her stifled cries for good, I turned on them and painted the ground with their blood. Now the female...I took my sweet time with her. I had some more fun and then broke one of her hind legs. While she was yelling about that, I broke her jaw. I continued this parade of yelps and muffled cries until she was choking on her own blood and by then it was too pathetic so I went ahead and bit out her jugular. Then I decided I was exhausted so I went back to my den and took a nap. I have to admit, I'm grumpy when I get woken up unless it's by a certain black alphess but since it's not her doing the waking, I'm a bit of a grump. My ears prick none the less to the call and I try to decipher the voice. It's a young adult male, perhaps just out of teenhood so I know it can't be a wolf that actually beat Queens in a challenge. Therefore it only leaves one guess: one of her offspring. Smirking, I lift myself to my feet, taking my time stretching and then I look down and notice that my coat is still soaked in blood. Oh well, don't ask, don't tell. Letting my tail sway behind me, I take off into a lazy lope toward the clearing. A pack hunt, this should be fun. Does the young blood plan to lead the hunt? I'm not usually one for taking orders unless they're from Queens so it's safe to say that I'll be creating my own plan with or without the fellow staging this meeting but none the less, I can at least play along. Sorry, I don't take orders from wolves half my age. That's a little bit of an insult, don't you think? Especially after how much I've done for this pack. I wonder which of Queens' children it will be. I've really only ever met her crimson and ebony son with the bright blue eyes. I think his name is Nikandros. He at least shows up to the meetings. I think I've met the ivory one with the crimson mask one time, Ariston. I don't remember ever seeing any of the others. Perhaps this is one of them? Interesting. At some point, I catch a whiff of another wolf running to the pack meeting and when my golden eyes squint, I can just make out a tan and black shadow running full sprint. My smirk deepens. I know not the name of this wolf but I know that he hangs out on the outskirts of Malignant, mostly running the borders but never really stopping to do an actual border patrol. Oh well, maybe he'll decide to be useful in this pack hunt. Another scent tickles my nostrils as I get closer. The quiet male, I believe his name is Vingi. I don't know much about him but he's not on my bad side so that's a plus for him. I've seen him running around the borders at times too but he feels no need to stop and see to new comers either. That's fine though, more toys for me to play with. When I get to the outskirts of the gathering, I can just make out four figures in the clearing. In the center near the head of the group stands a proud crimson and black male, young in stature but I can tell that he's definitely one of Queens'. A tan and black male sits off to the side. He's the one who was running. He looks lean and slender, evey bit a running wolf. Good, we're going to need a few of those. Next I take in the russet and chocolate toned male sitting down off to the other side, his eyes an interesting emerald green. That's Vingi. I remember him from the last meeting. And lastly near the corner almost in the trees lies a cream colored male who looks morose and as if he's already toeing the edge of the line called sanity. Oh well, Malignant has all kinds. Brushing it off, I slide gracefully into the clearing, my large black form sticking to the shadows like a widow sticks to her web. My golden eyes gleam with mystery as I move over to sit in my own corner, neatly wrapping my inky tail around my haunches, continually eying the other wolves around me, reading them, studying them. My smirk says it all. Are we ready yet? |
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