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

Deception to lost
IP: 72.161.49.125

Every sence in Angel's body screamed at her to turn back, but than again.... She had always liked a challenge. Angel began slow, taking one cautious step at a time. Testing the ground and smelling the thick air. Her eyes took in every detail; Tropical trees, completaly foreign to her, stretched up on all sides. Ferns were scattered around her, mixed in with countless other plants she couldn't name. The ground was coated in dark, wet dirt and moss. Strange orange flowers grew taller than her, and the pungent smells made her cringe.The countless sounds were overpowering; Shrill bird calls, insect's buzzing madly, a faint sound of water... And was that.. A cat meow?... She didn't know, and didn't care to find out more. She began picking up the pace until she was at a full out run. This was one time that she wished she had an unearthly brown color pelt.h Her own pale color reflected off the light in an irratating way, and the darker flecks did little to conceal her. In Angel's opinion, her "Beautiful" coat was already being a nuisance. Her paws were soaked up to the knees with the heavy steam that rose around her, and it was so humid she was finding it hard to breath, the horrible decaying smell didn't help, and soon she began to wonder if this was a paradise or really was a death bed. She was just beggining to feel faint when she heard a loud CRACK!.. Angel skidded to a stop, fearful that whatever it was may have been chasing her this entire time. Her hackles raised and she let out a low, fearsome growl. Whatever it was, it'd better be ready for the fight of it's life.

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