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 21, 2010 at 03:06:48 AM by Devil May Cry
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His lobes pricked as Entertainer let out a laugh, nothing in his body language saying he wanted to join the hunter for a good bonding session. No thanks on that one, bud. He was merely using him for some entertainment; that was his name, right? As the brujo answered, saying he was taking a little stroll and asked what he had been up to, Devil's orbs glinted with mischief. Turning his muzzle upward, he sniffed the air, still tasting the days old blood that pooled around Kagura's mangled frame. Grinning his weapons at the gladiator as he brought his muzzle back down, he tilted his pate to the side, arching an eyebrow. "Come on, don't tell me you can't smell it." A dark chuckle left his trap doors then, not because he thought what he'd said was funny, but rather because he had nothing better to do. So far, this was boring, and he couldn't have that. They needed to liven this conversation up a bit, even if that did mean a little bloodshed. The jetty virile was pacing back and forth in front of the ivory demon before he knew it, his smooth muscles rippling as he stalked back and forth, his golden voids never leaving the other brute's form. He knew the titan was watching his words and he had to say, that gave the hunter a lot more intelligence in his mind. He could still hold a conversation with a killer without making a complete fool of himself. Good for him. Maybe that was the reason Pendulum had let him in in the first place. A new aromatic perfume suddenly assaulted his nostrils, one he thought he would never smell again. Not that he didn't love seeing the sexy little ebon vixen, one of the mystery girls he'd met at Malignant. She reminded him so much of Queens in the way she held herself and talked and acted, really they could be sisters. Maybe that was what had attracted him to her. Taking in the slender, curves of the brutale as she headed their way, his pools twinkled. No, it was just her. Stiletto was one of a kind, even if she had some features of the sexy devil they called their queen. He watched her silhouette as she drew closer, taking another long whiff of her cologne as she circled around Entertainer. His golden lanterns caressed over the same areas he knew so well; the areas he'd touched, licked, nipped, and, well, you can guess the rest. Her sweet, honey soaked melody floated to him, his midnight towers tilting toward her as he leaned into it, wanting more. As her gaze swept over to him and giggle escaped her lucious lips, Devil found himself smirking like a fool, his lamps twinkling like he was sharing a secret with only her, though of course Entertainer should be in on it by now. No one could mistake the chemistry going on between the young seraph and the death kissed assassin, right now. No one who wasn't blind in both eyes, that is. The huntress moved toward him and it was all he could do to stand his ground and not quiver into her form as he'd done in that snug little cave at Misty Mountain... The tip of her plumage whispered over his bodice as she circled him, nothing but his eavesdroppers and pools keeping track of her motion. She stopped when she stood beside him, the rest of her teasing message flowing to the side of his audits. Chuckling again, he leaned a little toward her. "Don't I always, Stiletto?" It, of course, had a double meaning, his gazers on Entertainer while one of his digits twisted toward the magnificant beast beside him, gauging her reaction. Her name came out as a purr on his lips, the rumbling growl in his throat making a pleasurable sound out of the simple word. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- 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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