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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I pick myself off the ground, none the worse for the wear. After all, I had expected someone to act accordingly to my prescense just OUTSIDE the territory of Malignant Felicity. Of course, this teen had the balls to get cocky, when she could have easily been over her head, seeing as I was a former killer and all. Still, this vixen was here, which was more than could be said for anyone else.

I shook out my fur and gave a slight grin, my ivories covered by my lips. She appeared threatening, much like I myself did when attacked as such. I resisted the urge to just jump up and end this here and now, as she was not worth my time. I was here for joining; not to indulge my killer ways.

I lowered myself to the ground in a movement resembling a bow, then said, "Look, if I'm not a welcome wolf here, then I'll just dissappear somewhere else. Until then, femora..."

I quickly pulled out of my bow-like position and launched myself at the bruja. I sank my teeth into her ear and shook my head until I felt it tear slightly. I jerked back and bit into her shoulder, sweeping my forepaw around hers and pulling them out from under her. Unwilling to bring excessive harm to the teen, I simply released her from my jaws and hissed, "Just something to remember me by," before I turned and charged off to find a different killer pack.

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