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: 71.30.227.59
Posted on December 3, 2009 at 11:45:16 PM by Devil May Cry
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Raven auds pricked as the brute spoke. Gold kissed optics watched his every move with careful caution. It wasn't that Devil was scared of the boy. He was always alert of other wolves, especially those of the stronger sex. They tended to be a little better at hiding their thoughts, talking so calmly when they were really getting ready to rip your throat out. Devil knew the feeling cause he lived it every day. He had no hard feelings toward Bronx, though. In his own way, he was coming to respect the titan. He didn't seem cocky or full of himself like more hunters who came to the territory. He held himself with confidence but he didn't overdo it. The confidence was balanced out with mutual awareness of Devil. That was something to respect. He hadn't been in Blossom too long to be a veteran, but he'd certainly been here longer than Devil. That too earned him a few points. He was more comfortable here while Devil still watched everything with an experienced assassin's caution. He wasn't familiar with this place yet so he knew to watch himself. He didn't know all the back trails and shortcuts like he did his old home lands. But then again, everything was a little new to him here. He used to be a nomad, a lone traveler. He never was much of a pack animal, even though his instinct always whispered when he came across the trail of a group of lupines. He was just too stubborn to follow it most of the time. As the brujo yawned and lowered his whole bod to the ground, Devil allowed his muscles to untense a little more, even though he'd been holding them tight without even knowing it. He'd have a little more warning if the boy leaped at him now. For some reason he didn't see the virile attacking him though. Bronx didn't look like he was here to be dominant. He wasn't acting like the usual killers, puffing up and thinking they have to act bad ass just because another male approached them. He might actually be the type who enjoyed male company, or at least tolerated it more than most. He got more points there. Devil wasn't usually so tranquil either. Just a few minutes ago he was tearing another boy's jaw off and watching him bleed to death on Malignant's death hewn terrain. Then the questions started coming and Devil automatically withdrew a little mentally. His pools darkened a little, the only sign as he kept his composure normal. Lappets stayed pricked as he shifted his weight a little on his fore hand. A small chuckle left his maw at the last question, amused by Bronx's choice of words. I haven't been here that long. It's hard to keep track of time in such a...tranquil place but I'd say about two months or so. I wandered around alone for about a month and a half or so before choosing this pack. I chose it because of the smell. A little hard to believe as the scent of blood usually makes other wolves go the other way but I've grown up around it and it comforts me. I have come across no sarcasm so far on my travels, just confident lupines who know what they are and are proud of it. I respect confidence, when its not over done. I came to a pack for the simple pleasure of a little more socialism in my life. I don't get that advantage when I travel alone, which is most of the time. I figured I'd take a break from my solitude for a little while to relax and enjoy the presence of others. He sighed a little afterwards, feeling that was a satisfactory answer over all. Not too much information given, though still more than he would give most others. Since he didn't hate Bronx at first sight or anything, he figured he could give him a little more to work with. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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Replies:
- 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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