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 31, 2013 at 11:23:27 PM by Devil May Cry
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Names hold a lot of meaning. They can mean power or they can mean the total opposite. In some pack traditions, your name is your identity. If you do something wrong, your punishment is to lose your name and you must earn it back. They give you a new name, something that means worthless or dirt or something else as unattractive. I may never know what Carnival is thinking right now but whatever it is, it seems to amuse her. She watches me tilt my head but she seems thoughtful about something. Do I think death is a game? Certainly not. I looked at it as a job when I was an assassin. Now I look at it as a pastime but it was never a game. It was a way of life, an art. She continues studying me, trying to figure out what I'm all about but that will take more than just one night. I'm not such an open book. I know that I can't figure her out in one night either. She's as much of a mystery as I am. She is more silent now that all that witty remarks are out of the way and it's almost time to part ways and let us figure out our paths before we meet up again. I do look forward to meeting her again though. She seems to find pleasure in my laughter before she adds her own tinkling laughter to it. She says that she should have known. My eyes gleam as I merely smirk. She tells me that if I wasn't already the devil, I am now and I can only grin again, flashing my fangs in agreement. I'm glad that you think the name suits me. I'd hate to be a poser. She puts her lips up to my ear and laughs again before telling me that she wouldn't refuse my invitation. She sidles up beside me, ready and waiting for me to make the first move and so I do. I lean in toward her ear first. Well then, let's not keep Malignant waiting. With one last smirk, I turn on my heels and melt into the shadows, sure that she's right on my heels. |
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- LAUGH CHILDREN - By CARNIVAL February 24, 2013 at 07:27:48 AM