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 11, 2010 at 01:34:37 AM by Devil May Cry
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As the brutale's ooids widened at the sight of her lifeless daughter, Devil's cruel smirk was the only sense of humor in his dry paradise. He waited for her to run, to leap at him, whichever really. He was actually more in a killing mood today. It had been quite a while since his last kill and he was feeling a little on the uncontrollable side. For one thing he knew, this damsel would know better than to turn her back on another wolf. If she didn't, then her life wasn't worth it with that kind of stupidity. Well, it wasn't looking like she was getting out of here alive after all anyway. Her angry words thrown at his lobes, he pricked them but for a second before his chuckle drowned out the rest of her lyrics. If only she knew just how lame that sounded. He saw her next move before she even thought it, his expert gaze watching her muscles tighten and launch her at his throat. He could have moved, oh yes, he was quick enough to easily dodge her petite jaws. But no, his pelt was far thick enough to withstand it and he wanted to see just what the wench could do so he stood and let her grab his nape in her jaws. She was on the side of his neck so nowhere near his sweet jugular and even though she would draw blood, it was nothing too life threatening if he got her off quick enough. Which he would. You see, Devil actually had a thing for pain and a purring sound escaped his mandibles even as the femme closed down and indeed tasted a bit of his sweet nectar. He was loving the attention, even if she was about to die. Her paws did nothing to his thick pelt so he ignored the batting. He waited for what she would do next and felt her using all her weight to try to throw him. Puh-lease. Was she really that dumb to think she could throw an above average sized male of nothing but muscle? She must think she's the Hulk or some shit. Too bad for her little fairy tale that it was about to come to a sad but sweet end. He felt her release his nape and felt almost disappointment at the absence of pain. He could feel a slight sting there and knew when the adrenaline wore off that he would feel it more. He kind of looked forward to that. But anyway, the titan was more worried about what she was doing next. He didn't even stumble when she attempted to throw him, instead gaining his momentum and using it to leap up onto the side of the tree trunk and push off right back at her. His golden lamps watched the femora move to her daughter's body but he was already almost there. He landed on the ground and took a large stride before leaping again at the femme, his jaws open and waiting. They locked down on the top of her neck and he lifted his pate and started shaking it violently, ripping the wound beneath his fangs open wider and wider as he tasted her crimson. He tossed her to the ground and placed a massive paw right under her chin at her jugular, leaning his dial down to whisper huskily into her audit. The bitch had better be listening for this would be the last words she would hear. "Sorry honey, but your vengeance is over too soon." As soon as the words licked off his tongue, he bit down hard on her lobe and ripped his crown back, feeling the drum tear clean off her skull with his teeth. He spit it to the side and launched down his ivories then right at the velca's jugular. Snapping down with all his might, he started jerking his facilities side to side roughly, tearing the life line to shreds before he pulled back quick, feeling the explosion of crimson squirt from her open neck as he pulled away. A grin tugged the hunter's scars as he stepped back to watch the beauty. The blood continued to spray mercilessly over the ground as it already soaked his ebony chest and fore limbs. He laughed out loud at the new lifeless corpse and whispered to himself. "You should have run, puppet." ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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- OOC - By Pawprints March 11, 2010 at 02:44:20 AM
Sorry butting in - By Alex March 11, 2010 at 04:33:51 AM
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