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 April 19, 2010 at 02:22:54 AM by Devil May Cry
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Ah, the blood lust was killing him. How could the dark killer go on so long without his crimson nectar? It was killing him, though not literally, of course. His massive paw prints left not a whisper in the air as he tredded silently through his midnight home. Nares flared to taste the aroma of the night, feel its cool embrace on his thick physique. His pendulum hung limp behind his masculine form, making its own shadow as it twisted in almost a bored fashion behind him. Covers twitched every so often, threatening to pull back over his deadly weapons, so pearly and evanescent in the moonlight, so clean and cruel. He liked them better stained scarlet. The cologne of a stranger hit his nostrils hot and strong, almost pulling a moan of lust from his trap for that beautiful beating heart sound. Yes, he could hear it, plain as day. Like the crackles of a flame pulling the moth in. Lowering his framework lower, the brujo forced his way patiently through the foliage of the forest toward the boundaries of Malignant. The perfume was refreshing and haunting in its own fashion. inviting him in for a little taste. Just one, that's all he would ask. Audits flicked to and fro upon his large skull, listening to the night breeze whispering juicy secrets about this damsel even before he set his globes her way. This was even better than the other news. News that Pendulum was back, again. Devil had nothing against the chap. He almost felt sorry for him, bringing himself back here, hoping against his foolish heart that Queens would take him back like a charm. He would never admit to that hope, oh no, not an assassin. He would fight it with every vein in his body, wishing the pathetic feeling would just go off itself and rid the world of its disease. The midnight gladiator could understand it, though he'd never felt the one feeling that he was talking about. Love. What a disgusting word. What a disgusting feeling. Who comes up with this shit? Death and Sex. It was really all the titan thought about. Bringing down his chompers on some poor fellow's life cord or ramming a pitiful tramp till her flower bled. The pickings had been much better as of late. He had run into some pretty swell dams, that is. Queens, of course, in all her lustfulness. Then there was the almost with the dark femora, Stiletto. He almost wished that one had panned out, but the lady up and disappeared. Must have been scared, poor princess. It was her first time, after all. More recently, the girl on the recieving end was one mysterious bruja called Calibre. Damn, did that name roll off the tongue ripe and sweet. Devil wasn't finished with that broad yet, but it looked quite promising. His golden lanturns finally peeked out of the thickness of the forest to light sneakily on the brutale at the border. His pink muscle was caressing his upper jawline before he even thought about it. Yummy. The death hewn demoness looked very promising herself, and he was liking the smell of death about her. Having had his first look, the demon decided it was worth it and stepped from the shadows to be in her line of sight. A charming yet devious smirk crossed his scars, wrinkling up the corners of his mug like a casa nova as he padded ever so slowly over to the xena. Pausing just short of the border line, yet not so far out of the xanthrippe's space, his lobes turned her way as his deep song played. "Hello there, puppet. Not so safe to take a midnight stroll alone." ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- i think i can guess a few - By Sombra Cader April 19, 2010 at 11:46:37 PM
your imagination can only go so far - By Devil May Cry April 21, 2010 at 05:32:47 AM
you'd be surprised. . . - By Sombra Cader April 25, 2010 at 03:07:39 AM
it may well be i surprising you - By Devil May Cry April 26, 2010 at 01:49:44 AM
I'd be dissapointed if you didn't - By Sombra Cader April 27, 2010 at 01:46:41 AM
you will not know the meaning of disappointment with me - By Devil May Cry April 30, 2010 at 02:33:23 AM
You better hope you can live up to your claims. - By Sombra Cader May 2, 2010 at 08:56:54 PM
Well, living is a requirement - By Devil May Cry May 4, 2010 at 03:30:49 AM
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