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: 162.40.214.47
Posted on May 10, 2010 at 10:44:05 PM by Devil May Cry
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Stupid brute, should have killed the boy when he had the chance. Now the off white hunter had disappeared into the forest and Devil was left unsatisfied at the border. No teasing, no fighting, no bloodshed; not even a little game of intelligent word jibes. Nothing. If the boy even showed up on these borders again, his ass was Devil's. A sharp growl produced from the demon's throat as if his instincts agreed fullheartedly, which of course they did. Pendulum of night waved back and forth awkwardly behind his chassi, his slender form slinking carefully through the shadow and trees of his home. It had been a while since he had stayed within the borders this long, but he felt like he was needed here, at least for now. Queens was probably still in some heart felt meeting with her lost lover come home and he didn't any piece of that mushy shit. He didn't envy either one in that avenue. He was sure the huntress didn't want to mess with any idiotic riff raff on the borders while she was already having to deal with that, though. He could do her the favor of working his way through them, at least. Chase or kill off the ones that don't belong and permit the others in on probation. Devil, the parole officer, kind of catchy in a perverted sort of way. As he rounded a fallen log, the rich aroma of blood and something else molested his nasal passages full force. Ah, a girl. Not just any girl, a new girl. Her perfume was sickly sweet and filled with shadows and blood. Like she didn't care if anyone saw her dressed head to toe in the crimson robes of death. The characteristic smirk revealed itself back on his features. This day might get better, after all. He still reeked of blood himself, it still staining the front of his chest and legs, not to mention the stuff still sticking to his maw and face. He would be getting a bath soon, maybe after this meeting. Not that he was in any hurry. It was like a chain around his neck, a remembrance of the paradise he had created on the border not too long ago. He might visit the corpse soon, but for now duty called. Lifting his brainpan into the Omega position, his flag curved elegantly over his spine, hackles raising slightly as his path started taking him toward the rich scent. He almost broke into a trot but stopped himself, remembering that if this meet and greet promised more bloodshed, he could wait a bit longer and draw out the anticipation. Surely, she would smell his tangy cologne by now, anyway. Finally, his golden irises picked out the midnight belle, standing as she started straight ahead into the forest, as if trying to pierce through the dark trees by determination alone. It was kind of cute, in an icky way. A dark chuckle escaped his chambers before he stepped out of the comforting shadows to her left. Stopping just on the other side of the border, he tipped his pate a little in her direction and winked a lone orb at her, his toothy grin still showing as he leaned in with a deep, wild voice. "What's a pretty lass like you doing so alone on such a lovely night? Its so dark I almost didn't see you, pet. Might not be so safe for a lady." His pools watched her with quiet intelligence, waiting to see her next move so he could move too. This next step could determine whether she lived or died, after all. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- I like torture it makes death sweeter - By Shakra May 11, 2010 at 01:37:19 AM
the blood is sweet, but death is bliss - By Devil May Cry May 12, 2010 at 05:16:46 AM