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 April 18, 2016 at 04:12:09 PM by Duma
{ feel the dark in your veins } __________________________________________ Silence. Bitter silence. Why were the pack lands so dead? Lucifer had called home all of his most trusted minions and yet, the pack lands were still so quiet. Duma had had enough. She had once been the commander of these hooligans and now they were slacking in her absence. No worries. She would whip them back into shape immediately. Each facet of the clan needed to be in prime condition if they were to raise hell in the near future. Lucifer would expect no less, and Duma would not be the one to disappoint him. These wolves needed to get up and get moving and she would make it her personal obligation to yank the leash until they obeyed. Moving quickly, Duma trotted toward the most open area within Malignant Felicity. After some basic training she would move her charges to a more difficult terrain, but they would need to start somewhere easy. She needed to measure the skill level of each member and from that she would derive the game plan of their main focus. Be it speed, mentality, technique or form - they would work together to get everyone on the same page. Her army was her pride and joy. Everyone had to pull their own weight, and she was no exception. She would work just as hard alongside them to achieve their goals. Coming to a halt within a small clearing Duma took a moment to survey the area. Mismatched orbs scanned the area to assure an appropriate learning environment. The ground was a little uneven, there were branches strewn around and some rocks, big and small, were scattered around. The tree line surrounded them and there were patches of grass taller than the rest. All perfectly conducive to her plan. This would be the perfect place to gather. Plenty of room, lots of different obstacles and opportunities to use the natural environment as lessons. With a quick decisive nod of her head Duma shot her cranium back and released a ragged call to the whole of Malignant Felicity. Her first order to her future soldiers. Come find me you lazy pups. It's time. __________________________________________ Delta Task: 1/3 - train at least two pack members in the art of war
+ Femme Fatale + Adult + Tortured by None + Chained to None + Commander of Lucifer's Army   |
Replies:
- LUCAYA good things die all the time!! - By LUCIFER!! April 20, 2016 at 02:04:38 PM
AND ALL THE RAIN IS FULL OF GHOSTS TONIGHT - By LUCAYA April 30, 2016 at 11:07:42 PM