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 July 7, 2012 at 01:19:32 AM by Devil May Cry
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Boredom, not something that bodes well with me. I can't say the guy didn't have it coming. I found him eating off of another wolf's carcass, for goodness sake! I'm all for the kill, don't get me wrong. I used to get paid to kill. Paid in freedom to do whatever the hell I please within the pack lands, that was my due. I didn't ask for pack food, I didn't ask for much at all. All I wanted was the freedom to do as I pleased with who I pleased whenever I pleased. Funny how that works out, eh? It was a good release of energy, that's for sure. He actually put up a good fight, just as I thought he might since he did seem rather practiced with killing other wolves. He had ridges of muscle, almost larger than my own, and scars patterned his brindle coat. If anything, I believe we could have been friends, except for the whole eating wolves deal. Eating your own kind is low, even to me. I'll kill you but don't expect me to eat any part of you that I don't get in my mouth anyway when I'm biting you. I'd rather eat a tender calf, thank you very much. My coat still holds the story of what I've been up to, crimson staining my charcoal chest and legs, the liquid still dripping from my wide muzzle. Bright golden eyes take in the surroundings of Malignant as I step over the borders, my lips curved into a malicious smirk, wondering who else wants to play on this delightful night. |
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