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: 174.131.66.242
Posted on January 25, 2010 at 08:09:58 PM by Devil May Cry
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The dark shadow moved silently through the forest bordering Malignant Felicity, his sunkist pools the only hint that he was there. His assassin's form was large and slender, all muscle and nothing that wasn't needed. He had wide jaws much like a domestic dog called the bull dog but he was full wolf. His build had just readied him for a life of nothing but death and destruction of his own species, which he had fulfilled to the best of his abilities. And damn, did Devil love to kill. Just the smell of crimson flowing through a being turned him on fire, made him want to make it flow from their throat like a fountain. He enjoyed the feel of a life ending between his strong jaws, the stronger rush of blood down his larynx when the jugular crushed like a twig. Ah, but who was the funnest to kill? Devil preferred the males. They had so much testosterone running through their veins, so much vengeance and hatred that could be brought up in them. He absolutely loved to take out couples. He could take out the female first no problem, an easy jump in, break her neck or spine and then wait for the male to notice. Then the real fun begins. The boy wants his revenge so he'll get all hyped up, spitting and hissing and growling like a cat. It was quite amusing really, a real funny sight. He liked to hold out on their death, maybe break a few bones, makes some gashes. Pretty much torture the hunter till he's begging for life. Sometimes Devil would give them what they want, sometimes he'd leave them to die slowly and haunt them till they finally do end their life. That was the really fun ones. He'd leave them lying in a pool of their own blood, broken and lifeless except for their orbits, which begged him to end it already so they could be in peace. So he'd deny them that honor and walk away, chuckling at their stupid luck. But he wouldn't leave. Oh no, he'd hang out in the woods around where they lay, helpless and coughing up their own insides while silent cries escaped their lips. He'd howl and snarl and make all kinds of haunting noises all through the night, making their cries grow louder. In the morning he'd hear their last ragged breaths and finally appear back to them, only to tell them they were the lowest piece of shit he'd ever seen then rip their lower jaw off, watching the blood squirt out like the fountain of life it was. His auds would hear the voices of angels as they gurgled and choked on their own life fluid, suffocating as their windpipe was ripped from their necks. It was the greatest thing Devil could ever imagine. He was walking silently, thinking on the fact that he hadn't had a good kill in such a long time when a tune rang out to his eavesdroppers, a young melody full of inexperience and innocence. Hell, well this is going to be fun. A smirk painted itself on his dental covers as the brujo made hsi way toward the source, nasal passages opening to take in the young behemoth's perfume. A youngster eh? Where's that sexy queen when he needed her? She'd have fun taking the tyke out of his misery, as much as she hated pups. As it were, looked like Devil would have to entertain himself till someone arrived to distract him. Hell, maybe the boy would live if he was smart enough. Chances were he wasn't though. Devil was counting on that as he made his way nearer. Upon seeing the young gray juvi, his glasses glinted in mischief, paws slowing even more as he neared the border. Reaching the other side, he stopped. tilting his crown to stare down the young demon, waiting for a reaction. If the sahib was stupid, he would feel no fear and try to act tough, a youngster's mistake. If he was anything but, hell he'd find some other way to prove himself to the master of deceit. Until then, let the games begin. A dark chuckle escaped the xavier's livids as twin towers pricked toward the virile, his deep rough voice dripping from a large deadly maw. Well, well, well, what have we here? You get lost or something, little guy? This is no place for pups. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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- From a first glance you can tell that - By Tropas January 26, 2010 at 02:52:40 AM
well at least you noticed - By Devil May Cry January 26, 2010 at 06:50:26 AM
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