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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SiLeNt
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Posted on January 13, 2010 at 04:20:28 AM by T,F

- Twilight Vanquisher -
Life was boring for Twilight Vanquisher; his brothers had tooken on mates, then ditched them, and this the large black brute was somewhat proud of. But the faes they had chosen were bland, predictable, and overall a stick in the mud. Twilight lifted his heavy skull and inhaled deeply, his great breast expanding, then falling as the handsome brujo distinguished each scent as he emerged from the trees. A bitter scent marking, females, blood, and sex all mingled together in a wonderful mix. Without worrying if his brothers were behind him or not, Twilight Vanquisher set off at a small confident swagger to the two nearest scents - a female not coated with the death smell this pack obviously flaunted and the border. His powerful legs stretched, raven black pelt dancing with every ardous stride, ice blue eyes shifting and scrutinizing his surroundings calmly. As he broke from the trees his eyes grated over a vixen the same color as the ash and coal hellion, and he grinned a wicked snaggletooth smile, openly examining her light curves. She was plain, and did not appeal to the dark knight. So, he did not act like he was checking her out, he merely walked to a spot a few feet from her, swinging his darkly charming pate towards her, then towards the tropical forest before him. He submitted silently, ears thrust backwards for any sign of his siblings.

- Four Words -
The silent black shadow that was Four Words trailed after Twilight Vanquisher, but occasionally the dark hunter would dance into the murky shadows and take a different route; sometimes he would turn his direction once more the way his brother was taking, but not often. His lithe form, riddled with lean, rugged muscle, could easily maintain the velocity of an easy lope for hours on end, a deadly combination of silence, speed, and stamina. Four Words lifted his brutal crown, his piercing green eyes taking in the form of the black temptress, his gaze cold and calculating. The charcoal brujo sleuthed to a place in the shadows not too far from his somewhat larger brother and submitted, arching his spine slightly so his back would not brush the cold earth too often. He continued to watch the ess with a scrutinizing, penetrating gaze, face so wiped of emotion he seemed almost mechanical in appearance; as if he could feel nothing in his empty black heart.

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