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 February 16, 2014 at 00:43:59 AM by Devil May Cry
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I move through the heart of the pack lands, restless and in need of some kind of distraction. With Queens gone a lot as of late and the rest of the pack hibernating or something, it doesn't leave much room for entertainment. I havne't run across Carnival in some time and I'm actually missing her mysterious eyes and her words of many meanings. She's neither straight forward nor vague and there's something oddly refreshing about that but it doesn't do a lick of good when she's not around to share in the word games. A sigh drips from my charcoal lips as I follow the most recent scent in the pack. I remember it from the last pack meeting and I'm intrigued. It belongs to the white female, Llorana, who disappeared a while back and only now decided to show her face once again. I recall her sticking close to Queens' son, Nikandros, who has been surprisingly absent himself as of late. Something tells me he abandoned ship but what is it to me? He was just another notch on the list of pack members to call it quits and in times like these, I can't really blame them. Only my loyalty to Malignant and Queens keeps me here and without that, I don't even know what or who I'd be anymore. I was an assassin before, a trained killer with loyalties to nowhere and no one. Now I'm thought of as the guard dog of a female's pack, how quaint. My leg has mostly healed and I can put full weight on it now without feeling like I just got run over by a truck. The past months have been kind to it and its mostly straight so at least I won't have to feel like a degenerate. I wonder how Queens will be when she finds out that she's lost more than just one of her brood but then Nikandros isn't the first to wander off in search of better things nor do I think he'll be the last. Kershov dropped by to pick up Kirastasia and I'm almost sad to see her go. She's got a taste for cruelty about her that I'd like to see when its fully matured but that's just the way the cookie crumbles. When the white female comes into view, my lips twinge with humor, golden eyes lighting up as I step into pace beside her seemingly from nowhere. "Going anywhere special?" |
Replies:
- boredboredboredkillboredboredsleepboredhuntboredkillboredkill - By Kazier February 17, 2014 at 10:13:59 PM
take apart your soul. - By Llorana February 19, 2014 at 07:41:20 PM
remind me of who i really am - By Devil May Cry February 22, 2014 at 01:53:33 AM