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 26, 2010 at 06:50:26 AM by Devil May Cry
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There was something different about the pup, Devil could tell that from first glance. He wasn't cowering to the ground like the brute expected to see but he wasn't bowing up like he was one hundred pounds heavier and ten times stronger than reality either. Something like intelligence flickered in the youngster's lanterns and the titan found himself smirking a little in amusement at this new development. Did he maybe stumble onto something actually worth living. Well, besides the sexy devil herself, he had never met someone who had actually impressed him or anything close to that at least. The tiny gray pup was proving to be a challenge of somewhat close to that on first impression and that's saying something. He could almost feel the tremor run down the tyke's spine and it sent tiny shivers of anticipation through his own carcass, the anticipation that comes when fear is thick in the air. He had to hand it to the little demon though, he was very good at hiding it. The small audits flickered to take in his words and Devil waited patiently for the tiny livids to part and speak. The mini hunter finally did talk and said his name was Tropas. Devil took no heed to it, it didn't ring a bell certainly and it made no matter to him what the fawn's name was. An assassin didn't store names away like friends. He had no friends and he didn't need names for someone who was only temporary, or at least that was how it had always been in his world. Then the brujo mentioned his own name and the large behemoth perked his own eavesdroppers in interest. Okay, so the tyke knew his name, no big. He wasn't going to let the flattery of his fame go to his head cause he was already too confident for that. He gave no reaction to the data of how his killing had spread so he kept his features smooth, continuing to listen to the titan speak. Then the vampire said he was here on the borders to learn to kill. Seriously? Devil could hardly contain his laughter so instead he let his maw part some into a toothy grin as a glint of humor sparked in his lampistras. This doll had no idea what he was getting himself into. He was so small it was just laughable to picture him as a killer. Devil happened to sober up some after a few moments of thoughtfulness however. Was he not himself a dark soul as a pup and knew he was meant for something more than just packs and following? Was it not just right into his teen years that he got his first kill on a wolf and found the blood lust that continued to drive him on to become a great assassin? He could well understand the determination in the young virile's mirrors though it was harder to see it from the outside. Maybe he was a hypocrite, making second guesses that the pup could hold his own in a pack like this. Not that he gave a shit but overall, maybe it was better then that it wasn't his decision to make if the sahib stayed or went. Speaking of, a familiar perfume was starting to waft to his nostrillian regions and he could barely contain his enthusiasm for seeing the source of the aromatic smell. Turning his tuners and windows on the juvenile, he spoke again. Tropas, huh? Well Tropas, you would be correct in guessing who I am but that makes no difference to me. You wish a lot for such a small one but it is not my decision for if you will get that wish. Luckily, the one who can make that decision is on her way now and let me remind you that respect is foremost here. I don't even know why I'm handing out hints like this, it's not usually my style, but what the hell, not like it'll help you any in the long run. Being a pup is already a few points against you, sorry to say. Well, not too sorry, but whatever. He didn't let his gazers stay tuned on the pup for long as the scent grew stronger and soon he was looking off into the deadly shadows, waiting for the queen of the coop herself to appear. ................................ DEVIL MAY CRY_WOLF_MALE_FOUR YEARS_BLACK_GRAY WOLF CONTROLLED BY DARQ 
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