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 18, 2009 at 03:40:30 AM by Devil May Cry
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well then it can't be all that bad The vampiress had done nothing but stare right back into his gilded voids when he found her sitting like a queen on her perch by the falls. She was entrancing in a way, though a small voice in the back of his mind screamed "pedophile." He pushed the thought away for now. Come on, she was a teenager, not a pup. Her hormones must be raging just like any adult. And the way she looked to him, well....delicious was one word of many that came to Devil's mind at the moment. Maybe if he knew for sure that she was indeed related the sexy devil Queens that he'd just..spent time with. If he knew, well he'd certainly be changing his tune, at least a little. Well it surely didn't make her off limits to him, right? After all, Queens was taken, claimed by Pendulum, her dark assassin. Devil was free as a bird. Couldn't he have what he longed for? Not without the fem's permission of course, though back in the day that wouldn't have held him back any. This dryad, well she didn't seem to be complaining at all at his attention. In fact, she seemed to be basking in it. He loved those kinds of girls. A small perfect smirk arched its way onto her ebony velvets and he returned it with a charming one of his own. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy this confrontation deeply. Maybe in more ways than one. He could smell Queens' scent on the demoness of course, but that made no difference. All the wolves that walked these lands would have her aroma implanted on their pelt. It's what marked them of Malignant. He himself probably still smelt like the dark queen, though it was a little less stronger thanks to the water she'd made him roll in. The young vampiress kept her petite facades quite smooth except for the smirk that plastered them with evil thoughts. Ah, but how he'd like to know a little of what she was thinking. It definitely couldn't be bad. Not with the way she was watching him. Like a hawk looking at some incredibly tasty meat. He enjoyed the attention himself. She tilted her pate sideways at his lyrics and he chuckled dryly in his throat. It gave her more of a youthful look, making her look the teen she was. But again, he wasn't exactly turned off by the gesture. She was beautiful, of the same qualities as Queens in his eyes, just maybe without the experience. Oh, the things he could teach her. Devil wasn't old. He was only four, just out of the teen ages for about a year or so. So it's not like he was robbing the cradle. Besides, he hadn't made a move yet that was anything but friendly, a greeting. Hell, who was he kidding? He'd fuck this wench in a heartbeat. She was definite seductive material. Sure, he'd just gotten some from the velca who ran the place but who's not up for a little more action? He was still full of hormones. He could go on for hours. Suddenly the minx got up and jumped off her perch, coming up to him in a slow sexy walk. He watched with interest, his golden mirrors twinkling. She ran her smooth pink muscle across her livids ever so slowly and he imagined that muscle used in other places on his own physique. She started to move around him in a circle and he could feel her intelligent gaze sweeping over his carcass like a piece of meat. He stood perfectly still, letting her see his brilliance. His bodice was in perfect shape, an assassin's statue. He was sculpted from head to toe in rippling bulky muscle. He had the wide jaws of a bulldog, though he was pure wolf. He was just born that way. It made him more lethal, with more power in his bites. He was wider than most wolves with short stocky limbs. He had a fighter's framework, and he was so damn proud of it. She moved back toward the front of him and as she did, she spoke. Her voice had that same honey sweet texture as Queens, though a little more adolescent in tone. He liked it just as much though. It still caressed him in places that she couldn't see. He shook his dial in answer to her first question, taking in the rest of her words before he spoke. It's an unfortunate event, but no, we haven't met before. I am Devil May Cry, or Devil if you wish. As for how you can help me? Well for now just your company is satisfying enough. The rest I will leave up to you. By the way, that's a fascinating name, Stilleto. He dropped his voice a little at the end, making her name sound almost like a groan. He was dropping hints to the maiden, letting her decide overall how this was going to go. They could just have a friendly conversation for all he cared. Just seeing that sexy little body move around him was enough to stroke him down below. Her voice helped too. He was beginning to wonder what kind of dark paradise he had stumbled into by coming here. It was like the playboy mansion in the lupine species, horny damsels everywhere and they were all hot as hell. What did that make him? The pimp of Malignant? He could have laughed, but then the vixen would have wondered if he was crazy or something, laughing in the middle of a conversation when nothing funny was said. Maybe he was crazy. He was always walking a thin line when it came to sanity anyway. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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- The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood - By Stiletto December 18, 2009 at 05:41:41 AM
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