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: 71.31.106.36
Posted on July 8, 2010 at 03:14:47 PM by Devil May Cry
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His large ebony paws carried the assassin silently as the grave through the thick shrubbery bordering Malignant. He had left the meeting through the shadows of the trees, sure he wouldn't be missed. Well, maybe by the mysterious Stiletto, who it seems is the daughter of Queens herself. How could he not have guessed it sooner? All the similarities in personality and even the way her silhouette moved when she walked. She could have been the older duchess's double, so alike they were. He didn't know whether to be proud of his deeds or slightly sickened. He'd fucked the mother and the daughter. Any testosterone fueled male would be proud, so he figured he would go with that, though emotions like that didn't usually stay long in his system. He liked sticking to the more primal instincts like hunger, blood lust, killing. Yeah, killing was an emotion but its usually where he ended up with feelings like those. Even now, his stilts were carrying him to the border subconsciously, like they knew there was something there that might quench his thirst for blood. Sunkist globes moved over the welcome shadows that surrounded him, anticipating the cold that would seep into his thick midnight pelt as soon as he left its comfortable darkness. He finally layed eyes on the lass waiting at the border and his jaws immediately perked up into a delighted smirk. Ah, but here was his release right here. Her howls stung his eavesdroppers, causing them to lay back flat on his skull as he came nearer, his paws moving around all the twigs and noise making objects on the ground easily. He lowered himself into stalker mode, even as his body crouched, his pendulum and dia raised into his new rank, that of Delta. He thought nothing of the new ranking, neither feeling like he had more power of less. Power meant nothing to him. He didn't want to boss anyone around, he just wanted to kill to his heart's desire. There never seemed to be enough canines to quench this need. His nares opened more to take in the fresher smell of the borders. Yes, they were starting to lose their stench and he couldn't have that. Even as he moved toward the brutale, his smirk turned into a grin even as he paused in the shadows on the other side of the border, nothing visible but his gold painted lanterns. As the velca went to howl again, he found himself hissing. "Stop that infernal racket, bitch! Do you think that's the way to get any attention? True, it might, but that could also be the wrong kind of attention, catch my drift?" As he started speaking, his paws moved forward again, circling the huntress's frame almost too close for comfort. His lamps looked her up and down with no mercy, a rumbling growl that might have been his version of a purr growing in his chest. The last part of his comment was whispered delicately into her eardrum as he came around the other side, followed by a cackling laugh as he moved to stand before her. He looked at her lowered flag and crown and scoffed, hackles rising as he snapped at the air in between them. "You do not belong here, wench. Leave now or your fate is in my paws." He waited patiently then, waiting for her to be the smart little coward and listen to his lyrics or try to be the hero and stay. Many liked to stay after, figuring if they beefed up and showed they wouldn't be intimidated, it would impress the alpha. His pools danced in glee for that moment. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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