I <sup>need</sup> to be <sup>entertained</sup>

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 ^need to be ^entertained
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Posted on December 27, 2009 at 11:12:00 PM by Entertainer

My ivory paws pounded the thin crust of snow with no mercy. I simply had to get to the borders and speak to one of the Alphas. There was no motive to why, as my alabaster figure raced past Misty Mountain, and came upon the ledge that many lupines stood on to get a better view of the territory. My ebon jowls held a rather large hare for the Alpha. Whoever picked it up, Queens or Pen, would probably call me an ass kisser. I wasn't like that though. This was just a show of pulling my weight that Pen had in a way, "recommended". The thought brought me back to realize that the claw marks were still there, but slightly closed. If i stayed and waited for them- it would only become a bigger mark or my skull might even be detached from my vertebrae.

My pace slowed to an easy walk as the inner palace of Malignant began to appear. To my left, dens of massive sizes were scattered about. To my right, a magnificent waterfall poured over a rocky cliff. I hadn't had much time to explore, for i had left and gone hunting as soon as Pendulum had gone.

My scars parted to let the rabbit's body fall onto their (pretty much) doorstep. I had simply broken it's neck but i could still feel it's occasional twitch or spasm. This was a fighter, and i'm quite sure that Queens would love torturing the large fellow. He was enough to feed 1 and 1/2 wolves with his thick muscles and large amounts of fat stored up for the winter. The thud of prey hitting earth would alert any wolf within a few miles that i had a kill. Releasing a deep chuckle, my snowy form let a howl escape before i was off again, this time to hunt down something bigger.

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