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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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And nothing is quite what it seems.
You're dreaming, oh you're dreaming!
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A light chuckle sounded against Llorana’s audits, coming from Queens herself. If she had the correct anatomy to blush, the alabaster females’ entire face would be red as a tomato. But instead, she merely turned her deep sapphire gaze earth ward again, for fear of making an even bigger fool of herself. She was surprised then, by the gentle sound of the Alpha’s voice, addressing her and introducing herself. Wise, strong, and polite- the makings of a fantastic Alpha, or at least so in Llorana’s mind. She then questioned the girl on her name, followed by assuming it had been Niko to accept her into Malignant, and in a way, it had been him who sealed her Fate. But in all reality, it had been Devil May Cry who had welcome her across the border- and she figured it would be best to speak the truth. "I am known as Llorana, my lady. And it was Devil May Cry-" upon mentioning his name, she gestured with her muzzle toward the onyx male. "who welcomed me at the border, and allowed me entrance to Malignant. It was at a later date that I met Niko. " She hadn’t meant to speak so much, but it all seemed to just pour from her mouth the longer she stood there. This was usually not her mannerisms, but something about Queens brought out the same side as when she was around Niko- Mother like son, yes? After turning her gaze away for a moment, she then allowed herself to glance back at the Alpha only to allow herself a small gesture that was uncommon to her. A light smile tugged up the very corners of her lips though it was not exactly the way she had smiled at Niko, but it was genuine and full of loyalty and trust.

Silently awaiting Queens response, Llorana allowed herself to steal a glance at Niko. He had not yet noticed her presence in the clearing, but he had to after his own Mother had acknowledged as well as greeted her. But it was then that a startling thought crossed her mind- what if he didn’t remember her, or didn’t want to remember her? What if he had decided to hate her in the short time that they had been apart and the thought made her chest ache. She didn’t want Niko to dislike her- she wanted the opposite. She wanted to be close to him, to be friends with him. She wanted to be there for him and make him smile and-.. Llorana suddenly froze her mindset. What on earth was she thinking? Why would she, a lowly Omega, ever be allowed to be close friends with the Alpha’s son? It was an unrealistic dream, she decided to herself, and was then forced to drag her gaze away from the boy. She had never really had a friend before, and so most of her feelings were exceptionally new to her- especially the happiness that came right alongside the pain. She still couldn’t fathom why she felt this way around Niko, other than the fact that she wanted to be his friend. Could it possibly be more than that? Deeper than that? No, of course not. After all- he was royalty, while she was nothing. Two worlds that would, and could, never mix.


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How can you know this way not that?
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