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.
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Posted on July 31, 2010 at 06:12:02 AM by Devil May Cry
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He moved within the shadows like he didn't exist, a charcoal ghost, unseen by other's orbs unless he wanted to be seen. Ah, but Devil had been feeling quite antisocial lately, what with all the killing of idiots on the border and more, always wanting more. There was something else he was missing quiet a bit of lately, and maybe that was one reason for his sudden mood for bloodshed. He had been starving for some female company. Having met up with the fine demoness Metronome not too long ago, it seemed their conversation must have gotten dull for he hadn't seen her in quite some time after. He did not like being teased then left to his own devices, no, not at all. There was also that promising duchess, the ebony wench he'd welcomed on probation on the border while Queens was away on business. She had yet to show her sexy little nostrils anywhere within Malignant since said meeting, either, and he had been planning on getting to know her very well. Devil was feeling quite dejected, and damn, did he hate that feeling. It only fed his need for death and chaos more, the need to dominate, to let someone know of his power. He was only a Delta, but it was better than being an Omega. He could kill if he saw fit, but more recently, he'd been starving for something else, something more than just killing. Hell, he wanted some mind games to go along with the chaos. That's why he was now making his way forward silently, his large paws heading toward the border like they had nowhere else to be going. Been a while since he'd had any fun at the border, maybe this chump would have some balls and brains on him to show for his good decision. Well, the good or bad decision was yet to be decided. Picking Malignant, now that was a two sided coin there. If you fit the persona, you could ravage to your delights, and if you are male and play your card right? Well, you'll be sleeping with gods. At least, that's the way Devil used to feel, back when it seemed he was never without female company. Not that the brute liked to be surrounded all the time, he was always more of a solitary beast and enjoyed his privacy more than anything, he just thrived on a little companionship every so often to keep his head on straight. Well, it was probably never on straight to begin with, but that's beside the point. The death hewn titan glared through the thick night air, his golden pupils sizing up the ivory beast lying on his spine on the border. Good boy, he thought. At least you know your manners. His dark kissed scars tightened at the corners, pulling up into a smirk as he padded forward, still silent as he stepped from the shadows and into a little bit of moonlight. Stopping on the other side of the border where he was standing right over the overturned demon, he curled his livids back into a grin, revealing his blood stained weapons down at the virile. "You rang, but I know I'm not the package you were asking for. She'll be along in her own time. Till then, what's your name, bud?" Now, everyone who knows Devil knows he's not usually so friendly, especially toward another of the masculine species, but like I said before, he was craving a little bit of chatter and, well, maybe he was getting more open minded, at least for now. That could always change. He also didn't ask the boy to stand first, because really, he rather liked standing over him like predator on prey. If the hunter knew what was good for him, he wouldn't rise to his paws, either, cause the gladiator's mood might have to change back to blood thirst then. For now, he was thriving on the feeling of power he got from standing over him, and that was fine. Maybe if he liked the sound of the czar's voice, then he'd tell him to get to his feet. Maybe if he had something good for him to hear. There were no bets here. |
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- Hard to,When Your Here - By Celtic Cross July 31, 2010 at 02:45:22 PM
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