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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Matchitehew, his long black legs, his tall black back, he made his muscular body move foward toward the howl of which he heard. A little lifeless pup hung in his jaws, a offering to this diabolic pack. He moved on into the clearing where a few wolfs stood, a fae which was obviously the alpha, a fae with her pup, and a few other brutes. He lightly stepped in front of what seemed to be the alpha, he stood a few wolf lengths away and dropped the pup. Matchitehew bowed his head and took a few steps back before raising his head. He said nothing, and would say nothing untill she greeted him, for this is their land, not his.

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