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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He stalked through the land until he arrived at this packs borders. His paws make a slightly muted thud on the terra. He had picked this pack by random. He didnt show and favor for a pack at all. He did enjoy the pack life though. He was not the loner type. If there were lots of faes that would be great. He smelled other wolves which meant that this pack had traffic. He hoped to be accepted. He arrived at the border and let up a small howl. His voice would carry over the pack lands so he didnt worry about it not being heard.

He laid down and rolled over exposing his most vital areas. The neck and the belly. To be this helpless was not comfortable but it had to be done.

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