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 January 23, 2013 at 04:48:45 AM by Devil May Cry
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The smile on her delicate face only deepens at my words, ear pulling away as if fearful yet I smell nothing of the sort from her delicious form. She smirks before leaning toward me, her words accepting a challenge before goading me, asking where to find this "devil." My eyes gleam with mischief as a dark chuckle drips from my lips. I shake my head sadly, a heavy sigh dripping from my jaws as if this is a bitter thing to have to tell her. I'm afraid you don't find him, the devil finds you. I watch as if entranced by a good soap opera, listening to her laughter as it bubbles from her multi toned throat. Even as I threaten the soil, she fluffs up and straightens her spine proudly, calling herself a good substitute. I wouldn't want to tread all over your fur, my dear, but you can help me plan the funeral. I offer her a wink and a grin, flashing deadly fangs as I wait for the next round of wits. About this time, the girl sits down, staring intensely into my golden gaze and I can tell that she wants me to stare back. I see no challenge in her gaze, only a willingness to let down her guards and be vulnerable, or in her case, not so vulnerable. She is a collage of different motives, different persepectives. She is ambitious, hungry, and yet looks on life with a passionate acceptance of what is to come, no matter what it may be. I see a potential ally in her gaze, a wolf who can understand me as I understand her, a wolf who can do great things if only given the chance. I can't say that about some of the wolves in Malignant. Make no mistake, the wolf has to be something to be accepted into the pack but it's one thing to be accepted and an entirely different thing to move up once accepted. I see this wolf going far, this Carnival. Finally she looks away, her shoulders straightening as her lips gracefully curve back into a smile. She starts telling me a little story if you may, about her mother and asking her an odd question. I know that she doesn't mean this literally and I know there's an answer buried in her words somewhere but they're not there in the open for me to see, at least not yet. She asks the question then and my smile falters a bit, a more bitter smirk taking its place. I wouldn't know, I had no mother growing up. I was taken from my parents before I could even learn their faces. I fall asleep and wake to the screams of the tormented, the innocent, the dying. I'm sure children are among these, but age makes no difference to me. I care only for the soul, as long as it is innocent, whose to say which is the child and which is the adult? My brow arches upward, my turn with the rhetorical question this time. She takes a moment before winking, her eyes glinting as she adds in another remark about a bloodied coat and no one to aid in its cleaning. Ah, but maids don't like to get dirty, no matter what their profession. Even friends are few when the tang in the air is sweet and red in color. The value is those who will let you have a taste as well as help with the mess for there's nothing worse than being stingy when i comes to fun. I'm sure your mother taught you how to share... My voice trails off, a question in the air even though it was phrased as a fact. We're all about stories behind the stories today, aren't we? |
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- LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL January 25, 2013 at 03:45:40 PM
&& you remind me of what i really am - By Devil May Cry January 27, 2013 at 01:06:31 AM
LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL January 27, 2013 at 08:52:04 AM
&& you remind me of what i really am - By Devil May Cry January 29, 2013 at 04:29:19 AM
LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL January 31, 2013 at 03:15:35 AM
&& you remind me of what i really am - By Devil May Cry January 31, 2013 at 11:23:27 PM
LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL February 24, 2013 at 07:27:48 AM
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