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 12, 2010 at 05:16:46 AM by Devil May Cry
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She was much more patient than the others, he had to give her credit for that. Most of the riff raff that chowed up felt their scent just wasn't strong enough so they had to howl out their presence like they were important or something. Psh, idiots. He could sense all kinds of emotions flitting through the female's dirty mind as he stood before her. Lust mixed with cunning and a hunger, an animal hunger. Well, he was all up for that. Except for the whole cannibal thing. Killing and loving the blood was one thing, but he didn't eat his masterpieces, no that was a little too psychotic, even for Devil. As he spoke, humor danced in her blue colored orbs and her laugh was unexpected but welcome. A girl with a sense of humor, always interesting in his book. She said she was looking for entertainment. Grinning again, he spoke low. "You might find the wrong kind of entertainment here, love." He began moving in a wide circle around the wench, moving his massive paws into her personal space then out again, as if daring her to attack. He knew he could break her in an instant if he wanted to, yet he was always more of a taunter than a full out murderer. Sure, he could just walk up to you and rip your throat out, much like he did the huntress whose blood stained his coat, but where's the fun in doing that all the time? No, he liked to play with his food a little before the big time. His hungry gold lamps watched her with longing, but which kind she would have to find out on her own. Of course, any duchess could be good for the fucking, just as any wolf, male or female, could be good for the killing. But was she worth more than just a one night stand? Her actions would choose that route. His lips wrinkled up more at the corners. "I do not worry about your safety, pet, just a fair warning as I give most who travel these borders. Your safety is the least of my concerns, the fairness of this duty is the only thing keeping my fangs from your throat." Her voice was inviting, nothing he hadn't heard before. Many femmes could look at him and think deadly and sexy. They always like the bad ones. The only thing is, he was worse than bad, he was the worst. She seemed like she was used to the males controlled by their undersides. Well, he was different. He was very controlled when it came to that aspect. Why do you think he could thrive so well in this hell controlled by the feminine species? He had a way with the ladies, what could he say? "I don't think I need to worry about the wolves that crossed your path, puppet. By the sounds of it, they're no longer in a way to do any harm. To be honest, doesn't prove shit to me. What's your name and why are you worthy of this pack?" His shoulders moved into a shrug, pupils narrowing inquisitively at the doe. His banner stayed hefted over his spine, hackles still raised and on the alert. Radars pricked toward the virago, waiting to see if her next words would be worthwhile. He was kind fo growing bored of the border patrol, not that he'd been doing it long. Sure, the killing was great and everything, but really he wanted a bit more action from the ones he already knew. Maybe he'd go hit up that minx he'd invited in not too long ago. He hadn't even caught her name, not that he needed it. Her body and everything about her called to him. Oh yes, he'd get what he needed from her. He was actually craving a bit of socialization, too. Funny, coming from Devil. He was never the social type, most of the reason why he had never been in a pack before now. He wondered vaguely what Queens was up to. Probably still crying over that Pendulum fellow. Kind of made him want to kill the guy, if just to make her tears stop. Sure, she might cry over his death, but eventually she'd forget him and move on. She had plenty of other males who she could bide her time with. He would never turn that sexy devil away. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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