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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The atmosphere was thick with the essence of male. It wasn't there before, Tweed was sure of it. Never the less, he'd be happy about it. The skin underneath his fur chilled slightly, but It wasn't cold. The male made himself know and appeared, the white devil he was. Tweed wasn't completely outspoken by the brute, but still, he was rather a trophy boy. As the wolf came closer, he spoke of standing which was a relief. These wolf with limbs lost, how could they survive? Mind you, this pack had probably caused that. ' Why thank you, my good fellow. I hear your mistress is top of the cherry pie round here. It would be nice to meet here, really. She seems like a sassy little vixen, though I'm afraid she wouldn't do me, you though well.. Your quite the pride aren't you? I can see that you are no Alpha though. Or is that me being prejudice again? The borders need fresh blood then? I don't feel like doning my blood today though. ' The moment he got up he began to circle the male in a promiscuous way, This brute may not be the same as Tweed, but he wasn't going down with out a fight. ' So darlin', if I'm not a rude bastard, what's your name. I'd tell you mine.. but are you really worth the words?' A slight smirked perched on his pout as he came to a stop in his original position. 'You're right, this place does need fresh blood.'

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