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: 174.131.44.39
Posted on March 10, 2010 at 06:22:35 AM by Devil May Cry
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His dazzling golden irises took in the femme's flattened lobes with pleasure. Ah, but this was getting more fun by the second. He was wishing she would go ahead and growl already. Or at least leap at him or something. He did love the challenging ones. Especially when she was protecting something very dear to her. His pupils found the little tyke again and he licked his lower jawline slowly. Those fresh little ones did taste so good between his fangs. He resisted the urge to take a taste when he got distracted by the movement of the mother's flag curling around her daughter. The squealing voice of the little one tickled his snares, and he responded by pinning them flatter on his scalp. The soothing words of the demoness reached his perks then and he could only give a toothy grin as if to reassure the juvi but instead it looked more blood curdling. He was never really good at being soothing so he would have to go with being scary. It was what he was best at anyway. Her first lyrics to him were of apology and he could only let low growls of warning react in his larynx. Could she not see that this was not a place for her pleasantries? This was a place of shadows and nightmare. Her next words after saying she had yet to cross the border made his scars instantly crack into a smirk as a dark chuckle dripped from his maw. "Now why would I want you to do that, puppet? I come to kill, not to escort you out before you are killed." His grin was sarcastic now as his piercing gold optics stared straight at the duchess and her offspring. He was already planning what was to happen next. They turned to leave and the young huntress turned back to tell him she was tired and hungry. As tears started to fill the tyke's orbs, he tipped one satellite in the mother's direction to hear her carefully cooed words just in time for him to strike. He leapt clear and true, his bulk landing over the young fatale as his maw parted and launched down, closing around the pup's nape as he lifted her up and shook her frail framework as roughly as he could till he heard a pop of bones snapping and breaking. The sound was music to his drums. When the body was lifeless in his massive jaws, he jerked his dial swiftly to the right, letting lose the small statue just in time to send it sailing into a large tree. He watched with sheer delight as the pup's body slid down the trunk as if in slow motion to lay motionless at the base of the tree. Another chuckle graced his blood stained lips as he tensed and turned his attention now on the belle, waiting to see her reaction to his barbaric act. How would she respond? By running away in terror like the little bitch she was or by turning to attempt to subdue the beast within. His pupils shimmered with delight as he licked his covers again, this time savoring the sweet taste of crimson that now dotted their surface. A small shrug touched his muscular shoulders. "Oh and by the way, our alphess does not take a liking to pups so I would suggest coming alone the next time you happen to visit our borders." He sneered again in her direction, waiting to see which stupid reaction the femina would act on next. His muscles danced all along his physique, ready and waiting. His tangled ebony banner still curved perfectly over his raised spinal fur. He was the perfect warrior and damn, did he love to start trouble. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- You Shouldn't Have Done That - By Monique March 10, 2010 at 10:12:04 PM
you shouldn't have stayed - By Devil May Cry March 11, 2010 at 01:34:37 AM
OOC - By Pawprints March 11, 2010 at 02:44:20 AM
Sorry butting in - By Alex March 11, 2010 at 04:33:51 AM
OOC - By Doughnut March 11, 2010 at 06:55:54 AM
lalala.. - By Dee March 11, 2010 at 12:11:09 PM
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