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.

Refresh/Reload

Hater, hater, bite your ankles.
IP: 70.248.112.223


ooc; just a heads up, I never said that she thought she was a killing machine, nor did she have any expression relating to so.

Putrefaction Lunarstar lifted her head slightly at the barest sound of foot-falls, fluffy ears pricked and strange golden blue eyes darting back and forth - sharp, intelligent, yet in no way malevolent. Out of the corner of her eye the peppered gray bitch spotted a dark form, and her nostrils quivered, taking in the sweet bloodied scent of a female. And, in just a moment, the female stood before, towering high with a mildly vehement and questioning look upon the striking face - Lunarstar was attracted to males, but even she was struck by the beauty of this she wolf. Oh, if all the wolves here looked like this gorgeous she-wolf, then she, Lunar, would feel ever so plain!

The cherubic female spat a question at her, singing voice raw with hate, a growl ringing in the undertone. Putrefaction Lunarstar, alarmed, scooched back a few steps whilst still staying in her submission before answering the question.
"I was looking to join the pack, but I see you dislike me already. If you wish for me to leave, I shall, for I see the spark of evil in your eye and the slaver for blood upon your teeth."
Lunar's reply was strange, poetic. Her voice was not honey or chocolate, it was high ptiched and childish, sounding unusually wise.

She felt she didn't fit in.

Clean-up in isle 7.


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