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: 98.18.154.214
Posted on April 16, 2011 at 05:18:18 PM by Devil May Cry
 |
Even as I step from the shadows, I can see in the way the white female watches me that she knew I was there all along. Alert then...good. I watch for her reaction as I start to circle her form, noting that my grin pulls a slight tightness to her own lips but not much more. So someone has a dark side to them also. She is not intimidated, but she is carefully respectful. I don't know that I've ever seen this positive of a reaction in a wolf at the border. A female wolf, no doubt. I have to admit, I've seen my share of females either dropping to the ground pathetically or even trying to woo me with their bodies. They should know by now that if I want their body, I'll take it. I don't need their consent. The female before me keeps her eyes averted though I can tell that she's keeping in touch with where my eyes are roaming. She doesn't even flinch as I hungrily take in her slender figure, the way a hunter would look at his newest rack on the wall. I notice her taking in my scars and the more recent markings. I know she can smell the blood, the scent is still strong. I chuckle lightly to myself as she shifts, watching the experienced way that she lifts herself just enough to tuck her tail and show respect before she sits back relaxed the way she is. Oh, but I'm not falling for the whole relaxed thing. Her ears and eyes are constantly moving, letting me know that she's on full alert and it's all a sham. If I so much as pretend to lunge, she'd probably be out of the way before I even part my jaws. She looks the quick type, anyway. I chuckle again, golden eyes finding Baku and quirking a brow, as if asking her opinion on the girl. I have to admit, I'm slightly impressed by her performance. I continue circling in close, even daring to let my onyx colored hide blend in with her creamy fur as I circle by her flanks. A purr like sound escapes my lips, letting her know of the pleasure I feel on contact. Oh yes, I'm not shy at all. as I circle back around by her forehand, I lean in to let my slick tongue caress the inside of her ear as my rough edged voice whispers. So, does the pretty puppet have a name? I'm Devil May Cry, but your delicious lips can moan Devil anytime you please. Pulling back with a wider sadistic grin, I chuckle once more and continue circling. |
Replies:
- .::TheOldSoul::. - By Llorana April 17, 2011 at 05:34:25 PM
don't make me a cradle robber - By Devil May Cry April 26, 2011 at 01:19:47 AM