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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Flickers of red cross my vision as I sleep, my conscious mind fighting back as the darkness fades more and more toward reality. A soft growl tickles my throat as I fight to continue the lovely dream of red, so much red. Unable to win this fight though, my ebonite lids slowly open to a new day and a huff of distaste falls from my charcoal lips. It has been too long since my last kill and oh, how it tortures me. I may just have to go out into the open lands and find a poor soul to punish just so that I feel satisfied for a short time. Even as I open my lips to let a deep grumbling yawn loose, my nostrils inhale the intoxicating perfume of none other than Queens. Why is she out and about by herself? I can also scent her pups around the land, probably already terrorizing. Too bad I smell more testosterone this time in her litter. Memories flood my vision briefly of Stiletto and Metronome. So much potential, so much sex appeal. So like their mother. I chuckle softly before my thoughts return to the present and my queen. She is the only wolf who has ever pulled forth any kind of loyalty from this demonic soul. Never before have I pledged my allegiance. I am a wanderer, a loner, a rogue, an assassin. Now I use what skills I have learned to protect her.

Even as I stir to my legs, new scents are inhaled. Strangers, a female and a male. My fur bristles, wondering if there’s a surprise attack planned. Of course Queens would already have seen or even smelled them by now but that didn’t make her safe. Plus I know not a thing of pregnancies so I don’t know how long it would take her to get her former strength back after birthing. Plus I’m bored and looking for some entertainment. My large paws head off in the direction of Queens’ scent, my steps silent as the breeze but much more deadly. Golden eyes stare out of the shrubbage once I near the scene, taking in Queens standing by herself as an unfamiliar male and female approach. Neither look threatening yet I’m not taking any chances. The male has a flirtatious air about him and the female looks humble yet determined. My usual sadistic smirk tugs at my midnight lips as I step from my cover to reveal my large presence. Muscles coil viciously beneath my coat as I walk straight toward my queen, wrapping my ribcage around her hindquarters as I circle around behind her and halt at her right side. My muscles are tense, ready for anything as I take in both the male and female, measuring them up, seeing them for all their strengths and weaknesses.

I look first toward the male, golden eyes narrow. She is never alone. There are always eyes watching. Next my eyes find the female and my smirk cocks more into a grin, a single fang flashing from beneath a curled back lip. A sick gleam flashes in my eyes as I speak. Party? Now it’s a party, sweetheart.

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