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: 162.40.210.172
Posted on May 4, 2010 at 03:30:49 AM by Devil May Cry
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The strange scents from the border hit him with force. Ah, so the newbies have decided to visit. His pink muscle slowly caressed the upper jawline with finesse, just thinking of how their nectar would taste, seeping from their lifeless corpses. Either way, he would have to deal with them, since it seemed no one else was present to do so. Well, this should be fun. Queens was away on business, he had took in her sultry perfume as she left the borderlands and was used to the minx leaving the pack every so often. She liked to be isolated and have time to clear her mind every so often. He understood, for he liked to do the same himself. Right now she had a lot to think about. After all, Pendulum, her long awaited mate had arrived back on the border, wanting forgiveness when a white stained czar called Arcadian had, it seemed, stepped right into his paw prints in his absence. Devil didn't envy the lads, not one bit. He took in the haunting image of the sexy vixen before him once more. She didn't look like the settling down type, she looked more like the whips and chains let's fuck and be best friends type. Not that it was a bad thing. Queens was almost like that, but she wanted more fucking than best friends, you should had to be the best at the fucking part. She wasn't so much on letting another wolf in, that's what made the wolves she picked to be her mate stand out. Usually they were the ones she let in, the rare ones. Devil had never had that chance to sit and talk with the huntress, but then he wasn't the type to let anyone in. It just wasn't his nature. While it was true that most of the femmes that threw themselves at Devil came off as the whorish type, anyone would be wrong to think that he fucked those types. No, that would be too easy and no fun. He raped the weaklings, the virgins, the ones he despised, but none of them threw themselves at him. In reality, they ran from him. The thrill was the chase of course. It just got the blood pumping fast, all the better to make it nice and rough. The ones he fucked who wanted it, they were anything but whores. If he had finished what he started with Stiletto, she would not have been trash to him. Young and perhaps a little naive for letting someone like him close, but not trash. No, she was too intelligent for that title. He could see it in her eyes. Calibre, the strange seductress in the cave, would not have been trash. She reminded him a lot of the femora before him now. Deadly and beautiful. They might have actually hung out, hunted together or something. She had disappeared into the night after their fun, though and he didn't really blame her. Maybe she regretted what they'd done, but he seriously doubted it. Queens wasn't and would never be trash. She was above all of that. Not a god, rather the opposite. She was the devil herself and damn was she delicious. She was his queen and would always be. He would do anything she commanded or even asked. Audits perked as the lady whispered back to him. He loved it when she purred. It made his muscles quiver. Her nip sent even more chills down his spine. He chuckled. "Couldn't agree more, pet. I think you will find it very enjoying here." He watched her stretch out, luminescents rolling delicately over her every curve, the intimate way she curved up her rear delighting him down below. He straightened a little at her question, smirking and nodding. "I couldn't say no to such a pretty face, of course. Take into account, though, it is a probationary stay, with the lovely Queens making the ultimate decision upon her return." Stepping back as if to say she could continue on into the lands, Devil rumbled low in his throat as he glanced toward the other calls. "Unfortunately, I have other business to attend to, but I promise, we will continue this conversation later." Winking her way, he turned his back to her, pendulum swinging elegantly behind his muscular torso as he took a step and glanced back over his shoulder at the dame. "By the way, if anyone asks, Devil May Cry gave you permission to stay." Giving her one last grin, he turned back toward the border, heading off in a low crouch to let the night devour him once more. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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