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 13, 2010 at 03:34:20 PM by Devil May Cry
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The midnight titan watched her long lingering smile, enjoying the way the tension from the kill slid away easily as dust. This was easygoing conversation, and he was actually enjoying himself. When she chuckled, he couldn't help but smirk wider, radars pricking as she started speaking. One invisible brow lifted to her lyrics, wondering who she usually hung out but he wasn't curious enough to ask, more curious as to what they were going to do now, so alone, in the darkness of the shadows by the border. If the other wolves of the pack were smart, they would stay away from this place just because of the fresh kill, knowing the killer would still be close. They never seemed to interrupt him before. He noticed her shifting and knew before the minx even moved that she was going to go closer. Not that he was complaining, not at all. She spoke again and he grinned a little, showing off his scarlet stained weapons as she moved toward him. As she purred, he made a rumble in his chest that echoed her purr, though it was deeper an wilder. Suddenly her nose was right before his, their ebony cloaks matching perfectly save for the crimson stains still tangled in his own mane. She surprised him a little when she licked his muzzle though. She was tasting the blood and he couldn't say he didn't like it. In fact, the sensation of her gentle muscle on his rough skin felt like a sin in itself, the fact that she was tasting the blood of a dead wolf even turned him on like he didn't know he could be. He loved the taste of blood and had not met another female yet who shared the same tastes. Of course, most of the other females of Malignant were all naughty in their own way. They would love to kill a wolf on any day, but the taste of blood was truly something magical that he felt few possessed. Especially the blood of a predator like a wolf. Her orbs spelled trouble, and Devil liked the threat so he leaned in, whispering to her tulips. "Well, Metro, if I may call you that, what does your name say about you?" He grinned again as soon as he was done speaking, his muscles taut but not because he was waiting to strike. She had made all of his muscles tight right about now, and he was holding control till the time was right. ................................ Devil May Cry//male//gray wolf//four years old//black coat//golden eyes//single//manipulated by DarQ 
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