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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The words muttered by the fae made Angel's blood turn icy. Who did she think she was?! Was she trying to scare the lights out of her? What did she mean by Demons and Angels? What was Angel damned to? Who was going to hurt her? Angel's face crinkled up and her tongue popped out one side as she tried to clear her mind; This she was making her head hurt.. Was it still worth it to befriend this deranged, clearly delusional, wolf? Or was it better to just walk and risk being caught alone by a pack member.. Angel sat there, looking dumbfounded and ridicules with her facial expressions, trying to figure out what to do and what this air, completaly foreign and slightly rejected by her immune systum, was doing to her. Finnaly, Angel gulped in a huge breath of air and sighed. "I don't understand you... But I want to be your... Companion." Angel stuttered a bit, trying to come up with the correct thing to say.. If this wolf had been caught back where she had come from, it would be dead already.. She needed to either complete her mission, or give up and get some fresh air, because whichever came first better come fast.. She couldn't go on like this much longer. The images in the forest began to blurr together and the sounds hurt her ears.. If only there was some water and a place to rest.. Well, besides all these things, she needed to make this quick.The two of them were in no condition for a fight; One delusional to the point of madness, and the other about to faint, so basicly, as her mother would have put it... They were sitting ducks. Angel craved to find a patch of ferns and crawl into it, concealed from the world like she was used to.. She got to her feet and turned her muzzle to the right, indicating that if this didn't wrap up pretty soon, she was gone.

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