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: 98.18.149.183
Posted on December 15, 2009 at 04:01:46 AM by Devil May Cry
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The assassin's buff torso moved silently through the trees toward Malignant Felicity. Nares began twitching, taking the aroma of home. At least as close as it was going to get. He still had the smell of death thick on his pelt, plus the crimson of a young bull elk fawn he'd taken out. The bull was still young and with just humps for horns, though those didn't feel so good when one caught his shoulder either. He hid the limp well and knew he would absorb it soon enough. It was just a mild bruise. He had hurt the elk much worse. His life liquid still stained Devil's jaws. He felt no pain now. The buzzards were gaining nourishment from his carcass now. He lowered his pate, taking in the stronger perfume of Queens and Pen, scars turning up into a smirk. He still remembered her taste and felt it coursing through him even now. But now his silent paws were moving further into Malignant and he turned his attention to the path ahead. What would he find to amuse himself with this time? More trespassers, perhaps? He so liked having them to take up his time. Gave him a reason to kill, something he always liked. He sensed more new arrivals on the borders but kept his course, instead wanting to explore the inner secrets of his pack lands. He didn't have the patience right now to deal with more annoying pests who called themselves worthy of this pack. He'd leave them for Queens, she was always better at handling it than him. He was too short tempered, too busy smelling their blood and wishing it was on the ground rather than still in them. He followed a slim path toward the water falls, wanting to hear the rushing water up close. There were fresh paw prints in the dirt, he could make that out with his sharp ooids. They seemed small, belonging to either a young or small wolf. He didn't really care which, as long as they left him alone. He tended to be more solitary, not being most of a conversationalist. He was getting closer to the falls, he could smell the water more clearly now. Auditories flickered around his being, taking in all the smells of Malignant, letting them wash through him like air. He actually liked it here. What a change. Finally he came out of the path and ended up in front of the falls, his golden pools glancing up to fully take in the majesty of the landmark. He kept moving forward, right up to the edge of the pool before he noted something. There was breathing and not too far away either. He went on guard, hackles raising a little as he began to scan the area, searching. He found her and at first couldn't believe his eyes. It wasn't Queens, but damn, she looked just like the ebon queen. Just a younger version, as he could see in her orbs. She was probably a teenager or a young adult. He was instantly curious. She and Queens could have been twins. They both curved in all the same places, she even had that sexual aroma like Queens. He stood his ground, not wanting to get too close. His mind could just be playing tricks on him. His hackles had already lowered, harks tipping toward the femme. He could smell her pheromones, know her gender. At least it wasn't a male form. He might feel a little sick to his stomach to think he just fucked a duplicate of another wolf running around the place, a male at that. But no, she was definitely feminine. She sat on a step by the pool where he stood, looking out over the water like the queen herself. Maybe they were related. He wouldn't doubt it. He still was taking her in and figured it'd be best to speak now, so she didn't just think he was a pervert staring at her. No, that image of him wouldn't do at all. He was a killer and so much more. But not a pervert. His lower parts were well under control now. Well, hello there. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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- But still you believe - By Stiletto December 18, 2009 at 02:22:03 AM
i believe not many things, but if it makes you bleed - By Devil May Cry December 18, 2009 at 03:40:30 AM
The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood - By Stiletto December 18, 2009 at 05:41:41 AM
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