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: 174.131.117.110
Posted on May 22, 2010 at 04:41:46 AM by Devil May Cry
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His midnight robes fit in perfectly with the shadowy background of Malignant as he patrolled the borders. Luck was not to be with him today, as he had gone mostly in the search for another throat to rip out, another life to snuff out. It was quite fun and he was enjoying the "business" coming in from the outside world. So far, maybe one out of three had proven themselves worthy to him. The others he either killed or run off, calling them unworthy, which in his opinion, they were. Many wolves could come to the border smelling like blood and cocky. They thought since they were killers, they were experts in death and deserved their right to the baddest pack in Blossom. Well, who the hell did they think they were? Certainly not experts in his book. He could kill them all with a flick of his paw. He'd already proven that time and again on these little patrol excursions. It grew boring at times, simply showing up to see an imbecile already in the pack lands, thinking they had the right to be there. Ha, don't think so. Devil had set them all right in that respect. The others who actually had enough sense to stay at the border and wait, well, other things had gone wrong there. First off, he hated it when they howled. That was a point against you right from the start. It's conceited, like you need the attention and you need it NOW. It's disrespectful and just made him want to rip their bottom jaw off and hold them down while they squirmed helplessly on the terra firma, not even able to whimper as their life's fluids squirted the surroundings. The ones that waited patiently at least got a little leeway. Now the next step is manners. Don't look at him like he's just a lowlife because he doesn't have an official rank in the pack. He was an omega and proud of it. It meant he could be the shadow he liked to be and simply come and go as he pleased, no responsibilites to the pack to put a dent in his day plans. Not that he had any but still. It was nice to just be able to kick back and relax. This little patrol duty was voluntary on his part, due to the fact that Queens had been busy a lot lately, needing her own special time to herself and to leave the pack lands for business. He didn't need to know any details. What she wanted, she could have, for all he cared. She was his queen and the only one he ever showed an ounce of respect to, only because she was worth it. Oh yes, Queens was worth it all and more. She had been spending a lot of time crying over that other death kissed brute what's his face, oh yes, Pendulum. Devil didn't have an opinion on the matter. Those two were just something he would never understand. They shared something he would never understand and chose not to understand. He saw no fun in their love or the pain that came with it. His golden lamps surveyed the area ahead, nares lifting to the atmosphere to take in the whiff of perfume coming from the border. Ah, another new arrival. Should be fun. His lips pulled back into a smirk as he made his way forward, massive black paws moving soundlessly through the leaves and twigs as if they didn't exist in his path. Call it the perks of being an assassin. The image of a snowy princess suddenly appeared to his visionaries. Ah, so we have a white one. They usually never made it around here. Maybe he was a little racist. It had just always proven him right that the lighter colored wolves that came here usually came with feelings and emotions that he wanted nothing to do with. Ones he wanted to rip from their lifeless carcasses once the torture was over with. The demoness before him put on quite the show though, her jaws opening and closing like a fish out of water, audits all perked forward like she just thought she was the prettiest little thing in the world. Wrong, princess. You'd never fit into those sexy slippers. He had met many a beautiful duchess in his time, all of them giving him a good time and never regretting it after. Every so often, there was the little ugly weak ones he just took advantage of then killed or sent running, but those were few and far between. A rare gem, if you will. He quite missed those little sessions. Maybe he would have to take a trip out into the open lands soon to find some moments to spare. It was never a bad time. He always got his, anyway. Jetty banner swayed to its own rhythm behind his slender carcass, his shiny pelt not even trying to mask the bulging muscle beneath. He moved like a robot, all purpose and set for action on the slightest whim. He was a killer after all. Could this brutale prove the same? He came up on her, not even bothering to stop his locomotion as he moved into a tight circle around her ballerina's frame. His sunkist pools sized her up without mercy, no gentleman eyes or politeness in this demon. He even went so far as to breathe warm breath into her pricked tulip as he circled back around by her shoulder, the smirk widening as he spoke deep and low, just for her benefit. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Tell me, princess, where did you get wished from and how the hell did you get here? Hardly the place for such...class." His words came off with a slight drawl, the last word rolling off his tongue with undisguised disgust. Maybe it was a test to see what kind of word games she could play or maybe he'd already made his decision about what to do to this dame. Would she stay for the fireworks or skidaddle her delicious little rear out of the borderlands? His lanturns sparked with fervor as he continued to measure her up, caressing her every curve with an appetizing air, like he was looking at fresh meat before he dived in. His lucious pink muscle even went so far as to loll out of his oral cavities to lovingly caress his upper jawline in a teasing motion, knowing the femora would see it. Well, pretty doll, show me what you got under the white carpet. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- Who needs slippers, I rather death - By Kagura May 22, 2010 at 06:45:09 PM
you don't need shoes at all now - By Devil May Cry May 25, 2010 at 02:30:43 AM
Re(1): you don't need shoes at all now - By ooc May 25, 2010 at 12:30:05 PM
Its in the rules - By DarQ May 25, 2010 at 05:23:34 PM
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