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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Waking, with strength.
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Angel hung in a ballence between wakefulness and that black void below. She slowly began to wake up occasionaly, only to fall back under. After hours of this, as she had fallen into a patch of ferns and was mainly undetectable, she came to. Her dark blue orbs came to show, fluttering open at first, than opening wild with fear. She lept to her feet and shot forward, her last memory of being sucked into her mirage of darkness. She ran face first into a tall, loathsome tree and fell back on her haunches. Blood splatterd the tree bark, and she went into a fit of sneezes, farther covering the tree bark with crimson dots. Finnaly, after quite a few licks to the nose, she stopped and began simply sniffing and brushing her nose with her paws. Angel rose to her feet and began a recount of everything that happened, seeming as she was completaly dissoriented. That it struck her.. This was all wrong.. She wasn't like this, she was strong. She had supported her family her entire life, and here, if you were weak, they'd shred you and use your heart for thier personal pillow.. She owed this to BrightEyes. Her mother could rot in hell for all she cared... Same for her father. It was up to her to care for BrightEyes. She better man up. Angel stretched her muscular figure and set off in the way that she was sure was the meeting place of the pack.

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