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 May 5, 2010 at 02:47:23 AM by Devil May Cry
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She seemed not scared at all by his threats, and instead of impressing the titan, it did nothing but make him look down on her. Any intelligent being would at least be on guard when a known killer steps from the shadows and taunts, especially someone with the reputation of Devil. Why, he could slam her to the ground and take advantage of her weak, petite form right now, if he wanted to. She was lucky he was too caught up in thoughts of the midnight vixen he had met just before her. That fae seemed so much more appetizing than this one. She spoke with a carefless tongue, making him want to rip it straight from her maw and gnaw it while she watched helplessly. Did she not know the reputation this pack was capable of? Her lyrics spoke like riddles, but her attitude was not that of a poet. White fur meant innocence in his opinion, he liked them dark and sassy. She looked way too much like a goody two shoes to be in this neck of the woods. His voice spoke dark again. "I would prefer it if you were the thorns instead of the rose. A rose is sweet to smell and harmless, but the thorns promise bloodshed and torture. I don't see you fitting in here, puppet." A rumble started growing in his chest, the growl apparent through his tightly bound livids as he glared at the huntress from downcast gazers. "Good things? No, dear, you are mistaken. We are not known for good things, quite the contrary. Only evil comes from this place. Either change your meaning or walk away now. This is your last warning." His golden lanturns promised nothing but pain for the minx if she continued on with this fairy tale of goodness and secrets. She was fooling no one, after all. The smartest thing for her to do would be to turn and walk away with her life. If she stayed, he would be forced to rip her throat from her body, not a pretty sight, rather a masterpiece in his orbs. She did not belong here. Her goals were of chivalry, this place was not for gentlemen or ladies. It was for killers. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- 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