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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IF I SURVIVE THEN I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW, YEAH I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.
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ooc; no table. short post. look at the ooc board to see why. :/ sorry love for the wait too.

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Not that I wasn't having a good ol' time with this vixen, but I was suddenly done joking around. At her next comment, I simply roll my orange gazers. I don't even waste my breath with a retort. Let her feel superior for all I care. I just feel so... careless right now. Maybe it would easier if I just let this girl have what she wants, to spill my blood. I feel defeated, but not by her, just by life. No. I have to go on, if only for a little while more. the voice in my head speaks up. Is if finally happening ? Am I finally going insane ? Well it's about damn time. My dark musings are interrupted by the fae's tail gliding along my jaw. On a whim, for nothing more than shits and giggles, and maybe because subconsciously I want the end to come, I nip at her tail, holding it softly in my jaws. My body follows hers as she circles me. Her next words again go without comment as I hold the tip of her banner in my maw, careful to be gentle. Her command earn her a small nip to the tail. I was defiantly thinking of leaving and not coming back. I was about to open my maw, dropping her flag, to say as much but the wrong words come out.
Whatever you say, princess.
The last word is sneered. Now that the words were out, I had little choice but to do as I had said or look like a coward, or rather a bigger coward, to the russet ess. I lower myself to the terra slowly and roll over as I was told, exposing soft flesh of belly and throat. I can see her jumping on me, ripping my jugular out. Honestly, I don't think I would blame her and I don't think I would care much. My lanterns float up to her emeralds expecting another snide remark. I wait for her sneering lyrics to come, my face holding no expression.

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