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: 71.31.104.109
Posted on July 9, 2010 at 05:03:17 AM by Devil May Cry
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As soon as the first words hissed from the wench's vocals, Devil knew he was in for his treat. His orbits danced with glee as the velca stood her ground and dared to strike back with her meaningless words. She was just giving her own death sentence, and damn, he couldn't get enough of it. He must have been getting better at baiting, because they were just getting too easy. Setting the trap was a risk, the warning he gave should have been enough to make her leave. She would have been smarter to do so. And she would still be alive by the end of his next move. He wondered for a moment if he should drag it out, torture her a bit, and the idea caused a dark chuckle to drip from his jaws. As she started circling him, he stood his own ground, muscles bunched but not threatened. He knew she wasn't going to dare try anything yet. She thought this was all a game, a silly little tag game where he would bite her once, she would bite him once. Oh, but how wrong she would be. He snapped at her as she drew closer in the circle, his mandibles clamping down on air purposely as saliva trickled down his weapons to the musty ground beneath. It sang for her blood, and it was going to get it too. With her last words, he threw his skull back as maniacal laughter sprang from his jaws. A challenge? Wow, she really was an idiot. Shaking his dial slowly side to side, his audits pinned even as he spit the next words to her. "This is no challenge, puppet. This was a test to see how respectful you were of your superiors. It was also a test of your IQ. Congrats, you failed both. I am a delta of this pack and you are nothing, your smart ass comments are disrespectful and the alpha wouldn't want to see an ounce of you alive with that kind of attitude. She would have killed you on first glance. I was not challenging you, bitch, I was warning you to leave or your life was forfeit. You fell right into the trap, making you dumb and therefore not fit to live. I would apologize for what's about to take place, but then, that would be a lie cause I'm not sorry." Laughing some more, he struck without warning, lunging right at her face. His jaws closed on her tender nose, clamping down tight as he jerked back before she could react. Crimson flew as he ripped it clean off then spit it on the ground. How was she going to breath now? Must be hard through all that blood. Cackling some more, Devil circled around behind her and lunged in again, this time catching her lower hind leg, right below the femor bone. Clamping down till he heard the bone break, he clamped down harder and shook, shattering the break even more till he released and watched her crumple to the ground. Circling back by her dial, he bit down on her eavesdropper and jerked his crown back, ripping the appendage clean off. "That's for not listening better." He spit. She was probably suffering quite a bit by now and weak from the blood loss. Damn, did that make his day. Circling back in front, he lunged in, his fangs catching her skin right where the chest meets the right shoulder. Pulling his facilities down, he actually began skinning the duchess alive, peeling as much skin as possible straight down her fore leg like a human skinning a deer. She was probably jerking around in agony and trying to bite him by now. Good tries, she would be too weak from blood loss and shock to do much damage. Letting go at some point, he suddenly got an idea to finish it and cocked his pate up, mandibles clamping on her jugular in one sweet motion. Ripping his brainpan down, he felt the throat come away in his pearlies and he even took the bliss to swallow the scarlet stained piece, loving the flow of fresh blood that came with it. She was dying on the ground now, her blood pooling out around her from all her injuries. Her features were probably screwed up in that painful espression one gets when they die in agony. A masterpiece, as always. It had been a while since he took his time like that. Maybe over a few more tries, he would get better at it, drag it out longer like he used to do. Break every bone in their body instead of just the one, make a few more incisions and bite marks, make them bleed slowly. It was so much fun, it was addicting. He felt like he had done his civic duty, giving the borders back their homey stench. Feeling better about his deed, the brute sat down in front of the dead corpse, admiring his handiwork as he looked down at his own crimson soaked cloak. Ah well, who would notice really? Not like he'd been very social with the rest of the pack lately. There was that little pack meeting, but no one had spoken in a while so he got bored. Maybe he would catch up with that little spitfire Stiletto later, or even that sexy devil herself, Queens. He had even liked the first impression of that foxy maned wolf, Huntress. She looked quite a flexor herself, if you catch my drift. All in all, Devil was in a pretty good mood and willing to share the wealth. Moving a fore paw idlely through the pool, he chuckled again, wondering just how insane he really was before he dismissed the idea. Who cares, really? He was having the time of his life. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- that girl is so dangerous - By Metronome July 9, 2010 at 05:01:37 AM
i could be more dangerous - By Devil May Cry July 10, 2010 at 02:58:14 PM
the devil makes us sin - By Metronome July 13, 2010 at 10:41:03 AM
he helps you sin like no other - By Devil May Cry July 13, 2010 at 03:34:20 PM
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