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

So hold on until it's over
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The ivory brute marched through the territory, snout lowered to the bloody terra, trying to find the scent of any intruder or vermin. His auds perked for any rustling or snapping of twigs. After a couple minutes of tracking any pest he could satiate his bloodlust on, his auds caught a slightly high pitched howl. It seemed to be coming from a male but it sounded too....gay. Entertainer started on his way to the location of the newcomer. Ivory paws crunched the branches and bones that filled his path. God, why would a gay wolf try to join a pack like this? Maybe he just wanted to have himself killed. That was plausible. Or maybe he was so pathetic that he was trying to get some action from any of the guys in this pack. Hell no, that homo could keep his dick to himself. Entertainer was definetly only interested in the opposite sex.

The treetops opened up toward the border, letting any newcomer see the many night-black crows that nested overhead. A couple shot off toward an area in the territory that probably held a fresh kill of some sort. Entertainer licked his chops as he thought of just sneaking up on the lupine and ripping his throat out. Just watching the dieing body squirm and spasm as its life fluids drained out. The ghostly brujo snuck up on the ebony figure from a secret trail he had simply stumbled upon. His breath came out in little misted puffs due to the chilly weather. He silently crept closer to the male, staying about 8 to 12 feet away. Entertainer let his lyrics reveal his hiding spot, but he kept an emerald eye on the homo-ish vampire.

Eh-hem. I believe you are the one that gave the feminine call.

He didn't give the brute time to answer before he shot a quick question at him.

And may i ask, why is it that of all places, you choose this pack?

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