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 snort softly at his question. Ruin his fun? I never told him he couldn't kill the wolf. If anything, I was challenging him to do it with stealth, try something a little harder than just racing in the borders and getting the deed done. What's the true fun in that? What's the fun in running? If there's a chase, why wouldn't he turn back to fight? Isn't that what chaos is all about? There is no honor in giving up the fihgt before it's even begun. There's no pride in surrendering to defeat. I would be disgusted at the sight, really. I shake my head in disappointment at this new turn of events. So basically because I told him to kill his brother stealthily, now he doesn't want anything to do with me? If I didn't know any better, I'd say I've just seen a temper tantrum by a full grown wolf. How...interesting.

He talks about his death like he'll be a martyr when really he'll be anything but. A carcass for the birds to pick at and the wolves to laugh at. The fool who thought he was something, the prick who killed his brother then stood still to let his body be desecrated by those that would wish him harm. What's the story in that? Nothing to be proud of. I smirk, chuckling. "Successful? I wouldn't have send more than one with the way you talk. Your 'success' would be the death of your brother...and then your own demise with no mark whatsoever on the one who hunted you? You bore me." My ears flick back, my expression unmarred by his last words. "You're right, I'm not. Perhaps your time would be better spent in a pack with other wolves who don't see the big picture, only the short cut to five minutes of happiness. Go, get your revenge. I'm sure we'll run into one one another again some day. Perhaps I'll get a taste of your insides when we do." With that, I turn and disappear into the shadows, leaving him to go his own way.


Devil May Cry.adult.male.no weakness.no offspring.Malignant Felicity's stand-in alpha
(until Carnival's return)



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