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: 174.131.117.156
Posted on June 20, 2010 at 05:37:10 AM by Devil May Cry
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The midnight assassin stalked the borders of Malignant like he had nothing better to do, which, unfortunately, he didn't. Queens hadn't been around in a while, though he figured she had run off to rendevous with another one of her faithful subjects, or even gone to give Pendulum a good time after his long absence. Either way, Devil didn't give a fuck, he was just bored out of his mind, which didn't take much. There had been no new arrivals to the border since his nice little supper with the female, Kagura. Man, she had made a nice little centerpiece to that part of the border, her insides all dragged out by the coyotes and birds, her scarlet tissue still staining the ground around her mangled framework. He had made a pass through there not so long ago and yet was still impressed with the artistic design of her broken limbs splayed out so comically in all directions. Even so, the thought also made his stomach ache, for he craved the taste of blood and someone's flesh between his jaws. With no charming brutales or pestulant demons to take his mind off of the boredom, he had taken to rounding the borders of his home more fervently and often. Soon enough, one day he came across a fresh trail outside of Malignant and followed it on instinct. Once he came up from behind on the snowy form of Entertainer, a chuckle escaped his maw. Stepping around the brujo as he scanned his unblemished hide, he moved to stand on the other side of the border, within the territory, even as his hungry golden orbs again raked over the hunter's exterior. A short scoff dripped from his lips as he licked his chops slowly, already picturing the blood on the ground. This was one Pendulum had welcomed, he thought, but even so, it was almost good enough to say he already was a pack member. So why, the border call? He had heard the call for Queens as clear as day as he had trailed him, knowing the titan probably thought he was going to get some of the sexy devil's goodies as a bonus for being such a loyal patron to the pack. Too bad she wasn't around to laugh at the mascu's attempts at being bad, though Devil had to admire his persistance. At least, the boy tried and kept on trying. That was more than could be said for the rest of the worthless packs of hide that called themselves males. Holding his facilites and banner at Omega level, Devil greeted the brujo with a short growl of a voice. "Entertainer, you've returned, what a blessing to know you're safe. How are things? Still alive, I see. Disappointing, a little, but I see you bring no fresh dead with you. Also disappointing, but I guess we will make do with leftovers. So, bud, where ya been?" His lyrics rang out in false concern the whole time, even bordering on laughter at some parts that he himself found more humorous. Of course, he knew the gladiator was smart enough to catch him on his sarcasm, especially the part about them being buds. He had barely spoken to the brogue, but he just never got along well with other males so their mutual tension was to be expected. Audits pricked toward the virile as he waited for some sort of reply, hoping he wouldn't have to cut the hunter's speech short if he decided to get sassy. With as deprived and bored as he was, Devil was in no mood for a smart ass runaway returned home. Humor he could take, sure, but there were still lines that he wouldn't cross in the way of disrespect toward the fellow pack member, and he expected the same lines to be drawn in Entertainer's response. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- Theres no way to ring the alarm, so hold on until it's over - By Entertainer June 20, 2010 at 06:02:21 AM
She cuts you once, she cuts you twice - By Stiletto June 20, 2010 at 09:31:21 AM
cut me as many times as you please - By Devil May Cry June 21, 2010 at 03:06:48 AM
sweey baby, i need fresh blood - By Queens June 22, 2010 at 00:23:07 AM
let me take you to your own personal limit - By Arcadian June 25, 2010 at 05:14:43 AM
you would never reach mine even if you tried - By Devil May Cry June 25, 2010 at 08:14:11 AM
Just like a CYCLONE - By Huntress June 26, 2010 at 06:25:36 AM
But still you believe - By Stiletto June 28, 2010 at 07:00:08 AM
Can you handle what im bout to do - By Entertainer July 20, 2010 at 02:35:58 AM
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