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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the way we do it around here, i doubt it
IP: 75.89.20.67
Posted on January 7, 2010 at 11:16:58 PM by Devil May Cry














The other brute's try at a cold stare was laughable though Devil would take what he could get. Hell, at least the punk was trying to hold his own instead of falling to the ground in fear. He didn't knew which was more pitiful, pretending to not be scared while your shaking fulcrums gave you away, or giving into the fear and collapsing to the ground while you beg for mercy. Either or, the hunter would be dead if he tried either. Devil was much more keen on the killing idea than the welcoming. He wasn't very good at that. If it was up to him, more than half of the scoundrels that showed their pathetic faces around here would be dead. The territory wouldn't just smell like death, it would be coated in a blood red floor always. That's the way he liked it. The titan pulled himself to his feet and stood, Devil cocked a sneer at the gesture.

Ah, didn't want to submit to me? Ah well, he knew he wasn't alpha. Maybe the virile was smarter for getting up, showing Devil his throat for too much longer might have been a major problem. Temptation always was. The death kissed bronc paid no mind to the silly bird flying overhead. He was not scared of pests. If it swooped down low enough he would decapitate with a shrug. Birds were no omen or threat. No warning came with the real killers. Devil was an assassin so he should know. The czar spoke and twin towers tilted in his direction to hear. Jesse, huh? It was a plain name, no meaning of darkness or power. Nares scoffed in his direction. His excuse? Boring and vague. Because its interesting? Of course Malignant was interesting. It had a smell all its own, a feel all its own, a power that was one of a kind. Who couldn't pass the scent trail with at least a pate nod in that direction?

He would have to do much better than that. A rumble started in the xavier's throat, testing the vampire's nerve while he warned him not to disappoint. He was just an omega here, true, but he could still kill this punk at the borders without the alphas even knowing or caring. It was his responsibility as a member of the pack. And boy, did he love the perks. Running his pink muscle over livids, he looked the sahib up and down but didn't move from his spot. Then Jesse yawned and a dark chuckle answered his sound.

Oh, am I boring you, Jesse? I could make this much more interesting if you like, but for some reason I don't think you would like it at all. You're going to have to be more specific than that. Interesting is something we all already know. Any pack around Blossom could be considered interesting in its own way. What called you to Malignant?


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DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF

OMEGA OF MALIGNANT FELICITY

CONTROLLED BY DARQ






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