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 10, 2010 at 02:58:14 PM by Devil May Cry
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He knew he was being watched, he just didn't find it important enough to turn around and see what the fuck they wanted. If they wanted in on the action, too bad. He liked finishing these things solo. If they just wanted to sit back and watch, well, that was fine by him. If anything, he hoped it was a female watching cause damn, did he get horny from being so ruthless. Really, he liked bloodshed right before a good one night stand. It always got him in the mood. The titan was sitting and gazing at his masterpiece when he noted an ebony paw step out of the shadows of the trees. He continued to watch his paw slowly slide across the crimson pool, watching the rest of the young damsel emerge from his peripherals. She was a slender thing and he was reminded instantly of Stiletto, the sexy spitfire he'd just recently found out was the litter of Queens herself. Ah, but they seemed to have a good generation, all of them, especially in the looks department. Hearing the obvious throat clear, he flicked one tulip back in the femme's general direction, resisting the urge to turn around and face her head on. He liked dragging it out a little longer, leaves more for the imagination. Her honey tones tickled his drums as she approached, and he felt his scars pulling up into a confident smirk. He let her circle him from behind, only turning to look at her once she had sat down at his side. He watched her gaze over the dead demoness, trying to read the look of odd longing she had on her features. Finally she looked away and focused on him, his own satellites pricking as he listened to her girlish giggle. It was always nice to hear those, especially when it was just the two of them alone. The brutale spoke again, calling herself Metronome. She already knew his name, but then, he was starting to get less surprised when strangers knew his name. Guess he was gaining a rep with all the border killing he'd been doing. He watched the demoness smirk before he let his own deep lyrics escape. "You would guess right, though you may call me Devil. What brings a doll like you to such a...dirty scene." He left a pause between the words, leaving a double meaning for the word dirty for her own intelligence to sort out. He always liked a good game of wits to prove another wolf's worth in the IQ field. Sure any czaress could be sexy enough for him to fuck, but, like the corpse at his paws, not all could make the cut mind wise. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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Replies:
- 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