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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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. sweet lies. [incomplete]
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Posted on November 6, 2011 at 09:12:20 PM by Vingi

Even if the proceedings had not... well, proceeded... Vingi wouldn't have minded. He would have been perfectly content to sit on the wrong side of the border and banter with these two pack wolves until the sun went out or he died of starvation due to too much bantering and not enough hunting... whichever happened first. He was having a spectacular time trading words with the wolfess Llorana and the tri-colored teen who called himself Nikandros. Whether or not his comment on how he 'was cute' should have been taken seriously or not was unknown even to Vingi himself. Honestly, due to the number of infatuated females that had chased, dovey-eyed, after him, he obviously wasn't that bad looking, he still hadn't exactly looked in the mirror, and, even if he had, he wasn't the sort to make that sort of judgement about himself. Truth be told, the charcoal male, although handsome, was not very conceited about his appearance. The reason he had added to his so called worthiness by mentioning his looks was just to poke a bit of fun at the serious-faced lass as well as to cause the tension to lower a bit. It had worked, as now the situation that the muscled boy found himself in was one that went perfectly well with his sense of humor. The way the conversation had turned, it seemed as if his acceptance into the fabled Malignant Felicity, a pack of 'killers' depended totally upon how sexy he was.

Vingi wasn't the sort of babbling idiot who ran his mouth all day for no apparent reason. After all of his wolf watching, he had reached the conclusion that he had a very low opinion on the fools who couldn't contain themselves enough to shut up for one second. For the first little while of watching them, he was amused, but after about five minutes, they became monotonous and irritating to listen to.

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