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 03:40:01 AM by Devil May Cry
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The howl came across to his audits in annoyance, causing them to flicker and pin to his skull like a mosquito attacking his whiskers. Why could they not just sit and wait like a good little wolf until someone found them? Damn them all to hell, he growled to himself. Crouching lower in the shadows, the midnight buck watched her for a little while, letting his lanturns move over her every curve. Eh, not too shabby, but he already figured she wasn't his type. Too bad, for her. Letting the moonlight hit his dark pelt, he leaned forward into it finally, massive paws making a path in the minx's direction. "Well, well, well, what have we? A lost little minxy? Shouldn't you run along home now, dear?" His deadly glare bore into her, threateningly as he drew closer, his muscular form sliding like a snake along the ground. He passed the border line and came up to her right, his pink muscle reaching out to tap lightly at the duchess' tulips tauntingly. Stopping beside her, he whispered softly. "Wouldn't want anyone getting hurt, now would we?" His voice rolled off into a menacing purr, both threatening and sexual in its sound. Letting it sit, he circled around behind the demoness, letting his flag brush against her ribcage lightly as he came around to her left side. Coming back up beside her satellites, he probbed them again with his deep voice. "What is your purpose here, puppet?" Walking forward again, he turned to face her, once more back in the packlands. His hackles raised slightly, banner lifting to curve over his spine as he waited to see what she would have to say in return. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- This place suits me - By Duskpaw391 May 5, 2010 at 00:15:55 AM
that's what you think - By Devil May Cry May 5, 2010 at 02:47:23 AM
Behind the pettals lie the thorns - By Duskpaw391 May 5, 2010 at 03:48:51 AM
you're too pretty in the head to be anything but the rose - By Devil May Cry May 5, 2010 at 05:57:18 PM
- By ff May 5, 2010 at 04:45:13 AM