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 November 26, 2009 at 05:04:39 AM by Devil May Cry
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Acoustic organs flickered around the midnight brute as he padded away from the devastating scene with glee. Pink muscle slid from between his velvets to caress along his lower lip line again, still tasting the sweet crimson that had soaked the clearing around the two carcasses. How good it felt to kill again. What a rush. He wanted to enjoy the lust again but he'd be patient for the next one. Maybe if he'd been smarter, he would have dragged that one out a little longer. He shouldn't have gone for the throat so fast on the femme. She might have been a little fun to play with. Hell, he could have probably raped her, but he'd have had to kill off the hunter first then and that wouldn't do. Devil liked playing with the titans a lot more than the dames before he killed them. Somehow it made their life juice taste all the more sweeter. He's only gotten that out of the brujo though. Just a taste as he made him scramble for breath a little before releasing, giving him a false hope that he might live through this. But it wasn't to be so. Instead, Devil pulled his jaw from his skull and held him down while the blood squirted freely from the stag's larynx and he watched him die with a joyous grin on his facades. Ah but the fun was over now. Devil would have to let the blood dry in his ashen coat now and get on with life. Maybe he'd stop by the scene later on to take another glance at his masterpiece. Yet as he silently padded through the shadows of the forest in the territory like a ghost, taking a strangely noiseless path as he stalked through, a new scent assaulted his nares and he stopped, twitching his puss to analyze it. A male. Pity, for him. Maybe Devil would have some more blood to spill after all. As he neared the hunter, being sure to stay downwind so the vampire wouldn't catch a whiff of him coming, Devil took a peek or two from the darkness. He was a gossamer boy, ivory and as opposite in color from the alphess as coffee and water. Yet the scent coming off his thick pelt seemed familiar. A relative? Now this Devil had to see. Pate lowered to Omega position, broom tail dropping behind his corpse to arch up perfectly behind his physique. Auditories continued to flicker back and forth, not wanting to make a judgment yet on the czar. Well, he had heard the sexy demoness's name called from this titan's lips, so she must be the one he was looking for. No matter. Queens was busy at the moment as was her boy toy Pendulum so Devil almost felt it his civic duty to keep the gladiator occupied till then. Who knows, maybe he'd find a friend in the virile. Psh, yeah right. So it was a sarcastic sneer upon his muzzle that Devil walked from the shadows of the trees into the clearing by the borders so that the other bronc could see him, gilded ooids taking in the xavier with a disinterested gaze as he swept toward him. Stopping a few feet from the sahib, Devil bowed his large crown in greeting as he spoke. Welcome to Malignant Felicity. I see you are no stranger wishing for acceptance so I will be a little more polite in this case. Queens is busy at the moment with a little drama further into the territory, something she's been looking to for a while and it may hold her up for quite some time. So, if you would like some company while you are waiting, I have nothing better to do at the moment. He didn't really say it as a question as he didn't mean it that way. So to prove his point, he sat back upon his haunches, curving his banner about his flanks as harks stayed trained on the stag. ............................... Devil May Cry~male~Grey Wolf~four winters~coal black w/gold eyes flaked with red manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- New York Limits - By Bronx November 29, 2009 at 05:55:31 PM
limits can be a weakness - By Devil May Cry November 30, 2009 at 05:03:46 AM
Unless your Limits are limtless - By Bronx December 2, 2009 at 01:58:16 PM
well then they allow for freedom - By Devil May Cry December 2, 2009 at 04:09:16 PM
Even freedom has limits - By Bronx December 3, 2009 at 05:00:21 PM
can't deny that one - By Devil May Cry December 3, 2009 at 11:45:16 PM
SexyBitch - By Queens December 8, 2009 at 02:46:25 AM
well look what dragged in the cat - By Devil May Cry December 8, 2009 at 04:27:30 AM
The dead cat - By Bronx December 10, 2009 at 03:24:35 AM
There is nothing dead about this pussy - By Queens December 11, 2009 at 01:05:17 AM
that one is very much alive - By Devil May Cry December 11, 2009 at 02:22:19 AM
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