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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Why was he always late to the show? Obviously he wasn't doing so well at being quick about much of anything lately. After all, he'd missed all of the fun at the pack meeting when Queens had nearly enjoyed a tasty morsel of wolf jugular. Only she hadn't actually killed the moron and Silver Bullet hadn't been there to see the action. Well he wasn't going to miss it this time. He sped along, stretching his limbs to their full legnth to make up for lost time. His chocolate globes kept a direct line of sight in front of him. He may be a jester of sorts, but even he knew when things were serious. It was obvious that this drama queen on the border had no idea what kind of mistake he'd made. Silver Bullet could see as much as he pulled himself to a stop on the fringes of the forest, slowing his breathing to an even pace before stepping forward. He was careful in his approach, not moving too close to Queens. He, unlike this guy, knew when she was pissed off. Even he wasn't willing to risk his neck in a touchy greeting. He doubted Devil would have tried it either.

As he stopped next to Queens, his pools focused on the awkward looking wolf and his banner held a slight curl of aggression. It wasn't anything that betrayed rank, just a response to Queens words and the implication behind them. The ignoramous was licking his paw and running it over his skull like a cat, even after Queens had told him to scat. It made Silver Bullet's eyes narrow and a cringe run up his spine. This wolf had some obvious problems if you asked him. The most glaring of which was the fact that it was now three on one and he was still asking if he should be leaving or if he was actually welcome to come traipsing into the land like nothing had happened. Giving a soft chuckle that actually sounded rather menacing because Silver Bullet had wanted it to sound like such, he parted his jowls to answer the brute's question before Devil or Queens could.

"You dunce. Mi'lady does not speak in sililoques and riddles. I do believe she told you to pick yourself up....and run."

With the last two words, Silver Bullet lept forward to snap his jaw shut just hairs away from the vampire's nose. If that didn't get the message through, well then, physical harm certainly would. And around here, that wasn't hard to come by. There were no three strikes and you're out, it was simply the single warning and then you were missing a chunk of your ass or you were just plain dead because you didn't take the hint and leave. This was his last hint and if he didn't get his butt moving, Silver Bullet would happily chase him for a few miles if it pleased Queens. After all, when Queens was happy, so was the rest of the pack.


Ever the Fool
Silver Bullet




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