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 28, 2014 at 02:26:16 AM by Devil May Cry
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The silence of the pack lands have left me with plenty of time to think. To remember things I've done and think on things I'd like to do. Queens has gone absent again and her children are unearthly quiet. The only things that still seem to move are the remains of the army she used to command. Maybe as Beta, I should be trying to get the numbers up but I've never been a social creature. I know how to give orders and send wolves away, not call them to me. The last time I tried to give the pack some form of something to do, I sent them on a pack hunt and Queens came back in the middle of it all. Then most of the pack scattered, leaving only me and two other wolves to drag the remains back. Not my idea of a fully successful hunt. Now here we are dead again. I have ideas but whether I want to act on them is another deal completely. I've been trying to do more border patrol, defending the pack as Queens would want. I'll keep this place for her as long as she wants it and she knows that. She's the only wolf I've ever felt a sense of loyalty to and I have proven myself time and again on the battle field just to prove that loyalty. The last fight left me with a broken leg but that's healed up nicely now. I'm ready for the next challenger, whenever they should choose to try their luck. Sure, some other wolf stepping up might give this pack more life but I've always felt if they want to come, they'll come. As if to prove me right, a new scent fills my nostrils and I turn for the borders, my tail flicking behind me. I blend easily into the shadows heading toward the smell, my steps silent. My golden eyes are the only thing to betray me as I step out where she can see me, my head tilting as I watch her, measuring her up with my calculating gaze. "Name." It's a command, not a question. |
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