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.
IP: 98.18.151.188
Posted on November 30, 2009 at 05:03:46 AM by Devil May Cry
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Honey ooids had been watching the gladiator for any sense of aggression, but as the brujo sat back upon his haunches, Devil felt his chassi relax, if only a little. So it seemed he would be okay to chat for a little bit. That seemed just fine by Devil. Tabiries took in all the hunter's motions, including his small movement to liquidize his dentals. Devil found himself wondering, if just for a few seconds, if the vampire perhaps found himself scary or intimidating in any way. He would be sorely mistaken. Devil was not found fearful of many objects, one of them most certainly not another wolf. He had a healthy respect for the female species of lupine over the male if it came right down to it. The titans he didn't usually get along with most of the time. He still wondered why he'd even approached this virile in the first place, yet it would just be rude to walk away now. Better to find out what information he could about the buck, a little inside intel if you may, then be on his way. Globulars revealed none of his thoughts as he gazed at the stag, only an exterior look of interest showed on his pate. Harks stayed focused on the liege, taking in his soft words. When the introduction came, Devil felt the sneer pull a little more, wrinkling his muzzle. Bronx. Not a terribly important name, at least to him. Again, though, the scent that beckoned to his breathers from the baron told him there was something at least oddly familiar about the vagabond, and he was determined to find out what that may be. Flag flicked a little at the tip as he twisted his facilities to the side a little, his own deep vocal organs playing their tune in reply. I am called Devil May Cry, or Devil if you wish. His voice came out like the soft hiss of a rattlesnake, just hinting at the poison held in his fangs. Devil could indeed hold himself to politeness, as horridly uncomfortable as it was for him. He betrayed no thoughts of ill will toward the charger, for as of now he held none. Only a strange sort of indifference clouded his features. Acoustic organs swiveled a little on their base, taking in the surroundings with an alert air, just instinct to the assassin as he continued to watch the patron before him with interest. Should he encourage the conversation to continue? Somehow he felt motivated to say the answer was yes. Besides, he had yet to find out why the steed's smell was so...odd. Pink muscle started its workout again as he spoke. So, Bronx, what brings you to Malignant Felicity? Wishing for acceptance? A pack of your own? Lappets flicked back a little then back forward, showing his mere curiosity though the hessian, of course, was not obliged to answer. ............................... Devil May Cry~male~Grey Wolf~four winters~coal black w/gold eyes flaked with red manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- 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