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 November 29, 2012 at 03:39:23 PM by Devil May Cry
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I watch the bloodied carcass approach the borders, practically dragging himself forward. I sneer at the thought of finishing him off. What fool would bring themselves here when they're pretty much already dead? It's not like we have healers here. Our wolves are killers, not wolves who play with plants. Go to Abendrot, I hear they have a healng squad now. We don't care about that part. Slinking closer, I lace my ears back in irritation at the howl he lets off. It sounds weak and pitiful. He waits and I come up from behind, golden eyes leering at him. Well I would tell you to roll onto your spine and submit but it looks like just the thought of moving could finish you off. What makes you think you're Malignant material? All I see is a half rotten corpse before me. Persuade me not to finish you right here or drag your sniveling carcass somewhere else. We do like the lawn wet with red here in Malignant but that doesn't mean we want everyone staining it up. I curl my lips back, revealing pearly fangs, my hackles rising to meet the sky as my tail curls over my spine. I haven't had fun with a wolf on the borders in a long time. This guy is just asking for it. |
Replies:
- Your Worst Nightmare - By Walter November 29, 2012 at 11:47:35 PM
you don't know the meaning of the word - By Kazier November 30, 2012 at 06:15:43 AM
&& you remind me of what i really am - By Devil May Cry November 30, 2012 at 03:41:34 PM
from what i've tasted of desire [coming!] - By vingi December 5, 2012 at 12:17:43 PM