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 September 2, 2013 at 07:28:01 AM by CARNIVAL
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can you hear that wonderful sound? The Ferris wheel has started, now we’re stuck going round and round… The ranks swelled quickly but the conversation dulled into a lackluster silence; Carnival thought it time to break her own silence when she was halted by the shadow swarming back to her feet, just as she’d known it would eventually. He got barely close enough to cause their pelts to mingle; she was sure the tension he generated he was equalled only by the flighty nervousness of the ivory girl Carn’d arrived with. Devil’s eyes devoured her form, but Carn slid her gaze over to fixate on that grin, that bearer of teasing words that was uncontested in its ability to curiously intermingle playfulness and menace. Her facial features painted in variations of shock as she replied, “I don’t suppose you tried.” She let her hip rock gently into his with a smirk. “Unless I’m just that good.” On his dark pelt she couldn’t see what a wreck he was, if indeed there was anything to see at all, so she kept her touches light, delicate. Still, she couldn’t ignore the scar glistening on his cheek. “So what did you do with the challenger’s carcass, hm?” Her eyes glinted to show her teasing, but they moved slowly up face to rest on his audit, and she bent in to hiss, “I can keep a secret.” The wolfess tilted her head slightly in wait for Devil’s response before turning back to the meeting. In her peripherals, phantoms of wolves had flooded the clearing, prowling about the perimeter, strangely few paying any homage to Arcadian, despite their apparent familiarity. The white female from earlier had been joined by another, and it caused a fleeting look of interest to disrupt Carnival’s calm observance. They were very close to one another. The bane of Queens were in another area totting a “guest,” whose sour face made him fit more the prisoner. She scrutinized him; all three in that party were young, but this one was little. What the hell were they supposed to do with him? She had a few ideas...but she hid her devilish, betraying smirk, and the vultures went hungry that night. When Arcadian spoke, the wolfess kept her approval silent, though it certainly existed. She was well-fed, but mostly starving. Her head tracked his gaze when he spoke to his “little princess,” expression unreadable. It went without saying that she’d never expected to be put under the command of any creature with that title. This would prove interesting. |
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- the evil inside of me - By Devil May Cry September 8, 2013 at 03:38:06 PM