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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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Posted on October 10, 2011 at 12:53:41 PM by Llorana

Queens had accepted Llorana with grace within the pack, and that was all the young alabaster girl needed to proceed with her actions. After the pack meeting had died down considerably, she had taken her leave from Niko’s side to return to her prior task before Queen’s call had beckoned to her- explore the territory of Malignant Felicity and learn all she could about the terrain and all of its inhabitants. She was currently on day three of her trek about the place, quickly learning all the hidey holes and nooks and crannies one could use as a quick getaway- not to mention a quick maneuver one could use to get away from a certain audacious pup who liked to play often. At the thought of dear Niko, a gentle smile found its way to creep across Llorana’s maw- she could not deny she had a growing fondness for the boy, and made a mental note to seek him out once more at a later date. But for the time being, she had bigger things to concentrate on as she had been passing by one of the many borders lacing Malignant- and had caught the strongest scent of male cologne. Arching an invisible brow, and without a moment of hesitation, the snow hued lass found her frame turning in that general direction and her slender limbs propelling her as an easy wolf lope toward the stranger. Llorana did not currently hold rank within the pack, but she was a pack member and that granted her the responsibility to greet strangers at the borders- mainly to see what they wanted but a part of her also wondered what sort of wolf would come to this specific pack to seek membership. A cold, merciless wolf such as Devil? A sweet, dangerous, deadly wolf such as Queens? Only one way to find out.

Sapphire irises are quick to scan, observe, scrutinize, and size up. The stranger seemed well off enough on his own, slim but obviously well fed without the look of ravenous hunger most loners adapted after being on their own for so long. It was quite obvious that the male was very capable, which was of course a key asset to any pack. A weak wolf brought the entirety of the pack down, and here in Malignant, well, you could say the wolves here were the best of the best- if we were talking about the best of a mental institute that is. The current state of her fellow pack member’s minds was quite the mystery to the alabaster girl, but she knew in time she would be able to figure them out. Patience was a virtue and Llorana had plenty to spare. Slipping out easily from the foliage she had first concealed herself within, the girl allowed her full tassel to curve slightly; nothing in showing rank but simply showing that she was indeed a full pledged pack member. The male was across the borders after all, as she was inside them- that meant all the difference in this sort of situation. He had kept a respectful distance from the border itself which was simply another plus in Llorana’s mind- she wouldn’t let anyone access to the pack who she didn’t deem worthy of Queens time. Eyeing the boy for another moment, she didn’t seize her movement until she was on the verge of crossing the border, tantalizing him with her closeness. It almost reminded her of Devil May Cry, the way he had greeted her in her coming to Malignant. In fact, the dark hued male before her even reminded her of Devil, which was saying something because the boy always got her hackles raising, but her gaze stayed as cool and calm as ever.

"Tell me your name and why you believe.. Malignant is even remotely plausible for a wolf such as yourself." Her words were sudden, clear, and crisp. The tone of Llorana’s voice would not be one naturally assumed with one such as her appearance. Pristine white fur and deep sapphire eyes gave one the impression of an angelic wolf, a sweet heart with a large heart. The girl was anything but that, but more so in the strong silent way. Her voice simply degraded the view even further as her tones were rather husky and set in more of a tenor tone than anything else. Though there was no hint of malice or venom in her words, just more so a cool, calculating curiosity. But upon focusing on her gaze one could never tell such a thing. Her expression was completely blank, completely unreadable as she gazed at the male before her. She had absolutely no problem making direct eye contact with him, just as she had had no trouble doing it with Devil when she was in the stranger’s position. She wondered momentarily if he would have the nerve to return such a thing, and the thought brought a slight momentary curling of the corners of her black lips- before it vanished even more quickly than it had come and been present. This was not a social outing or a time or place to make friends, no. This was the border of Malignant Felicity, where if you made a false move you ended up among the many piled carcasses that marked Llorana’s home. Speaking of carcasses, the stench of rotten, decaying wolf flesh then wafted across her muzzle, causing her to tilt her skull slightly to take in the culprit of the aroma. Upon viewing the mangled corpse to the boys left, a mental brow arched slightly as she returned her gaze back on him. So, he didn’t seem to mind the death or smell, did he? Well, only time would tell if he could really handle what Malignant had to offer- as well as Queens herself.


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