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 17, 2014 at 10:13:59 PM by Kazier
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 The onyx and scarlet demon had been roaming as of late, but always returned to scout the pack before sundown. His mother was around- last seen haggling over Kira, well…negotiating. Arcadian was with them and Kaizer hoped they could all play nicely while he stepped out. Kershov wanted Kira, not Kavik, due to the fact that Kavik had never spoke and a mute was about as much use to Kershov as a stick with a wolfs head attached. Kaizer had almost been tempted to follow the trio and consider following the arctic devil himself back into his personal hell hole- but he couldn’t.- he just couldn’t. His loyalty to his mother was far more resilient than his own whims and as he licked the last of his recent kill of his paws- a sounds awakened his senses. Another. Nearby. Llorana? Limbs push off the ground, leaving a decent gap between paw prints, he had stopped growing- but had grown into a magnificent specimen of strength and speed- he had Demonican lines to thank for that. Lids closed over emerald eyes, vivid like gemstones that had raw sunlight passing through them, and listened. Words, barely a murmur. They came from his right and before his eyes had slid open, his paws tracked silently towards his newfound target. Devil May Cry had joined her and noticing no one else was about, he stepped forward, not one to hide in the bushes and eavesdrop. Well, now it’s a party. Llorana, Devil. As he spoke each title, he looked at them with a graceful dip of his skull. He might be a prince, but respect had been drilled into him from the time he could remember- it’s why he had so many damned scars. He wasn’t born respectful. After all, Devil was technically a contributor to his gene pool- it was undeniable, seeing Kaizer in the flesh. Although, he never expected Devil to give him a second look for it- he just wasn’t the type to own the fact. He didn’t choose to sit, but rather simply wanted to know what they were about t o do. Kaizer was bored out of his mind and had always had guidance, leadership…structure. He was at a loss of what to do, although since he had been brought back by Arc, he had learned to think for himself- something that Arc discouraged…and it made him furious. So, what are you two up to? He waited for a response, brief charming smile that started his sentences always slipped away just as fast as it had appeared. |
Replies:
- 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