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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the art of blood | Kirastasia, Death, & Hocus Pocus cont.
IP: 12.231.36.2


I feel my own patience starting to leave me as I continue to watch the wolf's expression carefully. I wait for the intelligence to seep into those eyes, for him to show me that he's more than just a rabid fox on the hunt for anyone who makes the first move. True, we are a pack of psychopaths and killers but I don't want the dumb as a rock type. That just won't do and that would only bring more harm to the pack than good. Surely he has to know that he's outnumbered and he'll be run out of Malignant faster than he can spit if he keeps up this endless yap of threats. I like his spirit, but there's only so much back talk I can take before I assume he's just looking for a fight, not a home.

He asks a question and I shrug my shoulders. "I'm sure there's plenty more that can be done to you that hasn't already been but that's not the intention behind my words. Besides, you're still talking. That means you're not hurting all that much." I've ripped out tongues for less. He does tell me his name and I nod in acknowledgement, actually flashing a grin this time. Good, so he can answer a simple question. Maybe things aren't all that hopeless after all. I tilt my head when he mentions a hate list though, eyes flashing with amusement. "Hm, I didn't know a wolf would continue to try to join a pack he hates. I don't see the logic nor the wisdom in that decision." I sigh and shake my head, taking a step toward him. "you want to kill them? Fine, that's dandy. We can string them up in the trees for show and tell for all I care." I wait for something to sink in, for his intelligence to return to him so we can have some kind of conversation now.

But my attention drifts back to Hocus Pocus. I give her a candid smirk and a teasing wink when she compliments my name. What a beauty, I don't even mind her porcelain coat. She tells the wolf to get over himself and I wait to see how that goes over. She threatens his life which may be a bit overboard since I'm trying to see his potential for joining this pack and threats only seem to make him more erratic and less easy to talk to. Death smirks and tells her she's met her match and I raise a brow in surprise. He didn't react like I expected which isn't a bad thing. Then he promises to make her life a nightmare and I can't help but sigh softly and glance at Kira. "Did you bring the popcorn, sweets?"

It just won't do for them to continue to threaten each other if they ever were to be in the same pack. A pack must react as one, even the pyscho ones. She gives him a witty remark about not being a match for mice and though it's a good jab, this word play is getting old quick and not getting us anywhere as far as joining the pack goes. As she moves closer to him, I scowl, not sure how this is going to play out. She threatens him again and my tail flicks. At his next words, my eyes narrow and I stand, ready to intervene. As she leaps at him, I step in the way so that she collides with my strong torso instead. "I've got this, darling.." I then turn to Death.

"You come here wanting to join and then you continuously threaten me and my pack mates. Is that your way of seeking my favor? You goad and threaten while fresly wounded and think we'll what? You don't want pity so what do you want, Death? You must be looking for a fight so what does that have to do with joining a pack. Tell you what. You're going to spar with Hocus Pocus since you two seem to get along so well. Maybe if you get it out of your system, you'll find your inner logic again and then we can sit down and talk. If you're still not ready to talk, I'll spar you myself. Deal?" I turn to give Hocus Pocus a caculating look. I'm sure she can hold her own so I'm not worried about that. I know he's wounded but if he can use that sharp tongue, then he's not too wounded to be treated as if he wasn't.

I wait for both their reactions before I speak again. "You'll spar right here so I can judge your abilities. No god moding, no powerplaying. No word limit or time limit between posts. Two attacks per post and three attack posts each since you both seem to be itching for a fight. You're allowed five half dodges but you must take one full hit. No full dodges. Got it?" I look between the two before I step back to Kira's side. "You can begin when ready. Death, I'll even let you go first."


Devil May Cry.adult.male.no weakness.no offspring.Malignant Felicity's stand-in alpha
(until Carnival's return)



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