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 30, 2010 at 02:33:23 AM by Devil May Cry
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The duchess before him was definitely in the strong category. Devil would not be wasting his time and breath with her if she wasn't. If she was one of the majority of weaklings that made their way to these borders, thinking they had what it takes to be killers, well, long story short she would have been dead by now. No, the ebony knight had seen something in this huntress the moment he caught her perfume on the breeze. Maybe it was the deadly aroma that was mixed in with her scent, maybe it was her slender, built physique. Maybe he was just a sucker for those teal pools of hers. Either way, this demoness wasn't heading for the gas chambers unless Queens had something to say about that. He figured the midnight queen would take a liking to this bitch much like he did. The only thing that would make her say no is perhaps jealousy, and forbid the thought if something as sexy as that devil ever got a notion of jealousy about her. Queens knew she had what it takes to make a boy melt and it was that confidence about her that pulled so many deadly killers to her doorstep, bowing for her every whisper of praise. Devil had not come groveling, but he would certainly do anything the brutale could ask for. He was her soldier through and through. He could see the death hewn jezebel before him trying her damnedest to resist the charms he provoked on many a belle. He would have expected no less from her. She was definitely different, he could tell that at first glance. He wanted to take a closer look, but he was patient enough to wait it out. She couldn't seem to stop looking into his globes and he was fine with that, taking the stolen glances for a moment to see all the different blues swirl up into one original color. It was intimate, but it was more than that. The heat could be felt on both sides. They were both tense; if one was to walk up on this moment, they would probably think this was two killers sizing each other up before the fight, such was the intensity of the tension. Instead, it was more of a sexual encounter, both ready to jump right into the act, but both wanting to wait it out, let the tension build and let it ripen. She stopped just a few paw lengths away, letting the emptiness between them ripple into an ocean. She spoke and he let his pinnacles tilt toward her form, listening to her beautiful lyrics with an ease that shocked even him. He smirked a little wider when she called him master, finding some kinkiness in the pet name. He already called her puppet, so why not? He chuckled under his breath before speaking. "Oh no, I would not ask you to tone anything down, my dear. Especially the teasing, that's what makes it fun. As for safety, no one comes here for that, for this place is the furthest thing from that. It is why I make my berth here. Rough work is the best, but it takes two to make it perfect." He purred out the last word. She leaned in closer, her maw just millimeters from his own. He had the sudden urge to lean in quickly and nip at it, just a bluff, a tease. She was definitely not going to tone down the teasing and he wouldn't have it any other way. The wench wanted to be something more than a one night stand with him, this he could tell. Well, sorry for her but he didn't really go any further than that, save fuck buddies/friends. He'd only had Queens one time and she was already at that status, mostly because he'd had actually had conversations with her both before and after the having. She was more than a one night stand. Devil just wasn't a relationship kind of person besides friendship. Even those were few and far between. Hearing the growl, he returned a low rumble of his own, letting her know he felt the intensity, too. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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- 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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