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.

Refresh/Reload

killing my self l a u g h i n g
IP: 12.7.238.130

queens"



I cocked my head to the side as the male rolled his eyes and jumped on top of the stump. Was he blind? Asking for the alpha...I was standing right here. Did my posture not scream the fact that I was the only leader here? In my last response did I not say I was the queen and he wasn't my type. I couldn't resist it any longer as I busted into a laughing rage. I may have even spit a little due to the violent out burst of lyrical tunes that erupted from my maw. As I slowed my laughing down I began to speak.

Are you just blind, deaf, or just plain dumb? I'm guessing just dumb. I am the alpha, Queens. I am the only ruler of this pack and I gave you my thoughts of you just a few minutes ago.

I began giggling again, waiting on him to move on off my borders.







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