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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i'd say climb a mountain and prove yourself wrong
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Posted on December 17, 2010 at 00:32:44 AM by Devil May Cry



Watching the maiden grin, he returned his own crooked smirk, voids twinkling at her daring move. She was willing to take risks, something he couldn't help but admire, but was that enough? No, definitely not. His voids continued to sweep over her frame in a less than humble manner, taking in all her twitches, all the breaths she took, every blink of her orbits was calculated and measured. Most wolves would be staring at her burns and scars but not Devil. No, he had already had his fill of checking out her interesting singe marks from afar but he was far more interesting in the rest of the minx now that he was up close and personal. The corner of his scars pulled up into a tighter smirk at the twitch of her plume, no doubt figuring him as any other lupine that would focus on the scars and nothing else. Every time he looked to her optics, she was simply watching him, though it looked like she was concentrated around the lobe section. Maybe she was one of those types that thought looking into a pack wolf's eyes was a challenge. True, it could always mean a challenge but there was more to it than that. She looked no threat to him and he knew what she wanted, but there was still more he needed to know if she was to traverse past the borders of Malignant Felicity. They don't just let any kind of trash in, you know.

She kept her banner tucked, an intelligent move on her part. It was always better to act inferior than to try to smartass your way into the pack. Just ask the other dumbasses who tried that same move. Most of their bones were bleached white by now. The femme spoke then and he pricked his tuners, listening to her ragged voice with no emotion in his gold painted gazers. She spoke almost with as deep of a tone as a mascu would but then that might be an after effect of all the scars. Fire did that to her and there's no telling how long she was in said fire. Was pity thrown her way? Hell no, that wasn't Devil's style. Hopefully she had learned from the experience and grown stronger because of it, despite her weaker looking exterior. His own thick midnight pelt was littered with scars of all shapes and sizes and he was proud of every single one. He had learned something from every one of those fights and grown stronger himself because of it. It's what made him such a good assassin. Sure, killing idiots at the border was nothing to hunting down an able bodied lupine and taking them down either face to face, stealthily, or in other more sadistic ways, but it had been a living as this was now. Queens had his respect and he'd be damned if he was going to let just any old riff raff into her home lands.

What makes you think you're worthy of Malignant? I see nothing special about you. His tone was serious, daring. He wanted to see if she had some wit to add to the intriguing exterior she put off. His sunkist mirrors continued to pierce through her singed canvas. Watching her sway her hips, he let a dark laugh drip from his wide jaws before lunging out at the hips, snapping harmlessly on the air between their bodies. His sun kissed irises pulled back to her warningly. Sexual moves could only get you so far but they were never what got you over the border. More like they were what helped you stay alive once you were over, but she wasn't past her part yet.



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