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: 75.89.20.67
Posted on January 7, 2010 at 02:44:13 AM by Devil May Cry
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No one heard his silent paw prints as he zigzagged slowly through the trees shadowing Malignant. It had felt like a lifetime since he had gotten the pleasure of walking through his home land. The perfume of death called to him like no other fragrance. Whipcord swayed slowly behind his ebony carcass, dial dropped to omega status but no further. He would not show any type of respect to anyone but the alphas. Now that he thought of it, he'd only really met one of them. Queens, mmm the name still left his pink muscle tingly. Ah, the things that girl could do. But no one would know it from him, he was keeping that secret to the grave. His pace was slow and sure, not in any rush to reach the borders of his pack yet setting a true course to it anyway. Soon enough that deadly aroma was assaulting his nostrils from all sides and he drank it in like a parched vampire. God, how he had missed it here. Nares were just as quick to take in the pure scent of another lupine and hackles immediately rose up. Could he be so quick to judge? Well it wasn't judging, per say, more anticipation. He wanted some more crimson flowing down his throat, wetting the sides of his caverns like chap stick on dry lips. He craved it like nothing else and would do anything to have it. He had already had his share of killing trespassers, could he be so lucky as soon as he reached his pack lands? As soon as he reached the borders though he saw it was too good to be true, the dimwit had actually stayed on the right side of the borders and was going no further. Well, damn his luck, damn it all to hell. Sneer played at his death kissed scars. He could try to push the bronc into the territory and then kill him. Naw, he wouldn't play dirty, yet. Wait and find out if this brute was worth the effort. The titan rolled on his spine as Devil approached from the rear and the black demon slowed his pace even more, knowing the hunter would smell him anyway without hearing him walking. He made his way around the czar, being sure to keep out of snapping distance if the vampire decided to go all badass on him. It would only cost him his own life but hey, this boy might not know that. Devil almost prayed that he would take a snap at him. Then he could bring on the pain like he wanted to oh so badly. Instead pendulum raked along the ground beside the gladiator, almost warming the boy's side with his touch but not quite. Didn't want to provoke him. Or maybe he did. Devil ended up on the other side of the border, inside the pack territory. That way the virile would either know he was already a member of this pack and therefore above him in status or he'd be the dumbass of the day and think Devil was just an idiot playing at the borders. Either way, Devil still planned to have fun with this one till the queen arrived. Unless it would be Pen. Oh, how fun that would be. He spoke, letting his rough toned lyrics slide over his serpent tongue to the other xavier. Greetings, new comer. Tell me, what's your name and why did you come to Malignant Felicity? It surely couldn't be the homey feeling you get when you look at it. I'd have to kill you purely to save the planet your stupidity if that's the best you can come up with. I am Devil May Cry, but you can call me Devil. That is, if you live through your acquaintance with the alpha. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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Replies:
- Getting slashed up would be better than what I've been through - By Jesse January 7, 2010 at 09:23:37 PM
the way we do it around here, i doubt it - By Devil May Cry January 7, 2010 at 11:16:58 PM
Don't trip off the clips that i'm gonna display - By Entertainer January 8, 2010 at 06:34:59 PM
Don't trip off the clips that i'm gonna display - By Entertainer January 8, 2010 at 06:34:58 PM
Don't judge a book by it's cover. - By Jesse January 8, 2010 at 08:30:04 PM
books are never as entertaining as me - By Devil May Cry January 8, 2010 at 09:03:13 PM
Fuck the entertainment I'm the only star here - By Queens January 8, 2010 at 09:25:46 PM
As you are - By Entertainer January 8, 2010 at 11:15:08 PM
Send me to hell - By Jesse January 9, 2010 at 11:18:59 PM
too late, you're already here - By Devil May Cry January 10, 2010 at 02:35:13 AM
Jesse>>> - By Dee January 10, 2010 at 03:45:19 AM
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