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 30, 2012 at 03:41:34 PM by Devil May Cry
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I can see that the male is a little stronger than he first thought but it makes no difference. He should have known better than to come to Malignant borders wounded. We don't heal. We don't protect the weak and weary. We finish them off. That is our kind of mercy. I watch as he stands though I can tell he can barely do that. He tells me that he's not useless, going off about some ramble on virgins and showing them real pain. I give a dark chuckle and shake my head as I circle him. Oh, you're not? I've seen nothing to make me think otherwise. You can barely stand, fool. You ARE useless. Now usually I would give them a head start or a last warning but let's just say I'm not exactly in a charitable mood, especially after that joke of a pack hunt we just got back from. I'm feeling angry at the moment and I need someone to place the blame on. Why not this tranger who's already half dead? Noting movement, I turn on the shadows with a calculating look but Kazier appears. I give him a nod. He stayed behind to watch over the pack and he was here to welcome back the queen. He gets points for that. I listen as he tells the wolf that Malignant is not deserving of his talents but his tone is mocking. I prick a lone ear, interesting. I had only seen him being serious at the meetings, quick to protect others. I didn't think he had the sarcastic gene too. His eyes look hungry. So he knows what's coming. Quick learner. I grin and turn back on the weakened wolf, launching at him without so much as a snarl in warning. I go to wrap my front legs around his neck to hold him still while I bite down into the side of his neck. I'll grab flesh and shake vigorously, ripping and tearing the flesh. When I'm satisfed, I'll use my weight and momentum to throw my head to the side and release, throwing him off balance to fall to the ground. If he does fall, I'll launch down at him, going straight for the jugular. If he somehow manages to dodge or stay up, I'll run right at him from the side, dropping my shoulder to collide with his ribcage, bullying him to the ground. Once he's down this time, I'll start savaging his side, using both paws to hold him down while I rip and tear into his ribcage. I'll keep the attacks coming no matter how he dodges. His only escape is to run, if he can get the strength to do more than hobble. |
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- from what i've tasted of desire [coming!] - By vingi December 5, 2012 at 12:17:43 PM