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 December 16, 2010 at 01:03:25 AM by Devil May Cry



The things one does when you're bored and have been away from civilization too long. Devil continued to pick at the dry bone between his fore paws, pretending there's still meat to rip and tear though the bone is bleached white and has seen the light of day for months now. It's the femur bone of a wolf, but don't be assuming anything. Devil's no cannibal, though he's just sadistic enough to try it. He'd rather take down a sick caribou or elk any day. It felt better on his stomach. He'd killed plenty of his own kind, but he didn't taste anything more than their crimson. He was sure to spit out most of the skin and fur. Twisting the bone at a new angle, the mascu chomped his wide set jaws down, clatching at the end of the bone and clamping down on it like a vise. A loud crack was heard, but it was simply the tip of his fangs rolling off the rounded end of the bone smoothly and chomping together. Sighing at the regrettable silence Malignant has given him lately, Devil loosened his hold on the bone with his paws and lifted it up with his strong capable mandibles to toss it to the side mercilessly.

Getting to his paws, he stretched in silence before shaking his entire framework, made up of nothing but pure raw muscle. Harks pricked up on top of their master as his sunkist gazers swept over the territory absently, looking for something to take away from the boredom. That's when a new cologne invaded his nostrils. Twitching his nasal passages, he tasted the aroma, savoring the estrogen locked inside its mystery. A female, simply delicious. Raising his fur in a bristle alond his tapered spine, the brute started toward the border at a slow walk, enjoying the journey and the comfortable silence he always seemed to take with him. This stealth was born into him since his assassin days, his paws knowing just where to land so as to not make a noise in the leaves and debris that scattered all over the ground. Soon he found himself looking at a strange sight.

The ess before him was scarred and burned from head to tail, her lips singed and mutilated, her very bone showing in places it shouldn't. The grisly sight intrigued him, causing a smirk to tug at his labrums. Finally the brujo stepped into the light where the minx could see him, radars set on full alert to her every twitch. If she even thought about blinking when he didn't want her to, he'd be at her throat before she could gasp in surprise. His gold painted orbs stared her down like a mug shot as he circled the bitch before facing her abruptly one he was back in front on his side of the border, the side that belonged. His banner dropped to Omega status, yet his high pate said that he was in enough esteem in the pack to do what was needed, meaning watch your step. Hello there, honey. What's your name?



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