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 7, 2010 at 01:28:18 AM by Devil May Cry
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He was still admiring his work when the ringing howl reached his audits. A heavy sigh left his maw as the midnight hunter stood and stretched leisurely. His joints popped with ease, muscles relaxing and tensing like a well oiled machine, for that's exactly what Devil was. He was built, paw to crown, for killing. It was his talent, his hobby, the very air he breathed. He could snap a newborn's neck without regret or slice open a wounded wolf and sneer the whole time. He didn't hate them, rather he pitied them. Hate was an emotion, it was raw and powerful, but the essence of emotions came full circle, meaning hate was just one step away from love. Love was a mockery, a fairy tale which none accomplished, they just pretended they had found it so their hearts could stop whining and settle with someone. It was all a joke. Devil just seemed to be one of the few who had caught that little hint and laughed at it. His lean stilts moved silently through the brush, his path leading him to the virile who waited ever so patiently at the border. Well, at least this one knew better than the velca before. His pink muscle caressed the upper jawline in remembrance, stil tasting her fresh blood on his lips. He was still soaked in her crimson even now, it stained the front of his chest and face and legs all a dark scarlet color, matching ever so nicely with the rest of his jetty exterior. He would make no apologies for what he had done, and none for what he looked like. It felt more like he was dressed up, in a tux or something. He felt so alive, the adrenaline still not quite done pumping. But who knew? Maybe the titan before him would give him something to use his energy on. You could never judge a wolf's intellect by their outer shell. He certainly didn't look like a piece. His coat was not quite white, but not quite gray either, like it was a woman who couldn't make up her mind. The thought made him smirk. He was lean and petite, didn't look like he could protect a ham bone, let alone his own life. Weak, just the way Devil liked them. His own massive paw prints stopped just across the border from the stag and out of his own personal space. He didn't mind intruding into other's but they would be doomed if they stepped into his without an invitation. Satellites pricked toward the brujo as his deep voice rang. "What's your purpose here, boy? Come on, I don't have all day. Better make it good, your life may depend on it." Golden lamps narrowed slightly, muscles tensing, as if letting the demon know that what he spoke was true. Oh so true. Just ask the minx who dared step into the territory but a few moments before. She may not be able to answer so well without a throat, but you're more than welcome to try. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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