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 January 10, 2010 at 02:35:13 AM by Devil May Cry
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The deadly perfume of the one and only reached the dark sahib's nasal passages. Ah, here comes the life of the party. He didn't twist his facilities around to see, knowing she'd be in full view in the spot light in just a few more seconds. Just where she liked to be, and just where she belonged. Sure enough, he felt her slide on by till she was right beside him and it was all he could do not to lean a little closer, be immersed in that sexy aroma once more. First she jumped on the new comer, and he leaned forward, golden pupils sparkling with the urge to help as she tore off part of the virile's audit and spit it to the side. The smell of blood was in the air and the birds circling overhead only preceded the fun. Devil hoped there would be more where that came from. He felt a shiver roll down his massive promiscuous in anticipation. He heard her honey soaked voice tell the brute to apologize for growling. A small chuckle left his maw and he was tempted to say that he needed no apologies from the lad. After all, it wasn't like he took it personally. He couldn't tell the difference between a growl and a purr anymore. She then turned to Entertainer and Devil could tell by the new dance in her step that she'd been tuning up for this one. She sent downstairs to wishing when she swayed her hips that way and her voice came out barely a whisper, asking the boy if he liked what he had watched. Devil knew the lightning was about to strike on this parade and kept all attention trained on the sexy devil, waiting for her next move. She went up to the hunter and laid her sweet muzzle close to his tuner. Next thing they heard was her telling him the next time she caught him watching, he'd be choking on his own member. The sadistic grin was back on his own features within seconds. Entertainer seemed to get the hint and turned tail, walking smoothly away as best he could. He was sure to have nightmares, that one. But now back to the injured czar right here at their pawprints. Jesse, he said his name was? The demon looked in pain but was trying to hide it, giving only a growl when it was torn off. No wince? No flinch? No widening of the eyes in shock? Devil was starting to think all this one knew how to do was growl. Maybe he wasn't used to speaking so much so he was using his form of cave man talk. Next thing he knew, the titan was narrowing his orbits in a glare like gesture and apologizing to him, if that's what you want to call it. Then he closed his lids, as if waiting for the end. Devil felt himself shiver again, knowing that surrender by heart. Many of his victims had given it up upon sight of him and closed their irises too. They thought if they couldn't see him, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much or he'd make it quick. Maybe if they were lucky enough he'd just leave and when they open their pools again, he'd be gone. No such luck, of course, on any of the counts, for those unfortunate bastards but hey, one can wish. He involuntarily licked his own chops, waiting to see some more blood or get the call from Queens to end his suffering. Not that he was suffering much with just a torn ear, that would heal, but surely he was suffering enough to kill. Besides, the boy might as well be mute with his inability to do anything more than growl at everyone. In response to his answer, Devil kept the grin and let his rough deep voice drip like humorous acid. You couldn't insult me if you tried but no matter. I accept. He only did so for the delicious vixen in their company but Jesse needn't know that. Devil tipped his own gilded gaze toward the death kissed gypsy now, waiting to see what else she would come up with. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF OMEGA OF MALIGNANT FELICITY CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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- Jesse>>> - By Dee January 10, 2010 at 03:45:19 AM
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