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 December 11, 2009 at 02:22:19 AM by Devil May Cry
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The obsidian devil stood his ground, features remaining silent and calm as he caressed Queens' figure with his sunkissed tabiries. Damn, she was a looker. She giggled again at something Bronx said but he really wasn't paying attention right now. Nonetheless for interests' sake, scars tugged back into a humorous sneer, or at least as close as they were going to get to one. He didn't want to seem totally engrossed in molesting the queen with his piercing gaze after all. Then she moved her banner and sat down and he almost couldn't hold back the groan of wanting. But now he couldn't look at her ass. Oh well. At least he ha the rest of her. He never knew a female could have so many different textures on her spinal area. He could stare at hers forever. It just made it easier to imagine himself gliding over it. She spoke and ashen bells tipped forward. He couldn't help but want to hear her lyrics, they were just too tempting. The name enticed a slight rumble in his chest, unheard by either of the lupines present. At least he hoped so. Bronx definitely wouldn't be able to hear it but Queens might have good hearing. He wondered if she'd be angry at his less than friendly response to her lover. Maybe it would just make her all the more happier, glad to illicit such a response in a captor she'd just met. She probably got some kind of sick amusement from the jealousy. An for some reason, that thought just made him want her more. He behaved himself though, even holding back the scoff of disbelief when she said that no one else would want her. Oh please, unless the baron was blind, who could say no to her? She was the perfect combination: darkness, killer instinct, sexy voice, to-die-for body. When she cocked her head, a lone tuner tipped up to hear what was above. Black birds. She seemed totally at ease with them there. A slight sigh left his vocals. It was like they were waiting for her to give them something to snack on. Humor glinted in his orbs. If they went back where he'd come, they'd find a feast. Two dead carcasses. Damn, it felt good to be a killer. When she glanced over, he felt his gaze go back to meet hers, the cold golden depths seemed to lighten for just a second before going back to their cold, clear state. He was still puzzled as to how this femme could possible make him this helpless, but for now he was accepting it to see where it might go. When she said his name to Bronx, he dipped his pate respectfully. But then she was growling and the rumble returned. Wow, now he was going into instant guard dog mode? What the hell was the matter with him? This wasn't like him at all. Usually he didn't give a damn about quarrels between wolves. Let them settle it. But with her, he was already tensed, auds flickering around to catch whatever had her upset. But it was only the scent that clung to Bronx's pelt, that damned female Melanie. A small smirk played on features. She seemed to despise the duchess. Maybe he should have taken her when he had the chance. He had her and her precious youngsters right at his paws and he let it go. Him and his stupid loyalty to the pack, thinking if he killed them that he would get thrown out. A small wrinkle appeared at the corner of his lips, disgusted with himself for not acting. That would have been another beautiful kill. A mother and pups. Where was his mind at these days? But then his attention cocked back to Queens when she spoke of a meeting to attend to. Was she really dismissing her sibling so soon? He had thought he'd have to patently wait for them to catch up. Damn, she really was too good to be true. Didn't keep a fellow waiting. This was going to be interesting, indeed. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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