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.
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Posted on May 4, 2012 at 02:26:08 AM by Vingi



Had that dimwitted vixen been lying when she told him that all of the insane sociopaths and rabid canids that had no other haven to flock to made their way to Malignant Felicity? He doubted the lass had the mental capacity to think up a lie, let alone execute her malicious plans and fool him, a wolf who was bored enough to regularly observe other creatures as they lived out their petty and exceedingly annoying lives. He was quite good at discerning ones thoughts and feelings from glancing over their facial, but it wasn't an infallible practise. Still, the listless lad forlornly concluded, the maiden hadn't exactly been giving false information. It wasn't that the crazies hadn't made their way to the tropical paradise, it was just that they were too busy going about their business, killing innocent wolves and the like, kickin' cans in the caverns, and doing whatever else they did when he wasn't observing them, to bother hanging out around the actual pack lands. Vingi almost thought he had made a stupid decision when he had chosen to go to this place. However, when he thought about how amusing the pack meeting had been, and dwelled on the pack hunt that might soon take place, he surmised that he had perhaps chosen correctly.

At the second, however, he was busy wandering the palm-tree forest to bother with sentimental ponderings. He was bored now that his store of amusement had dried up, and was searching for someone – anyone really- to have a reasonable conversation with. He hoped to discover either Llorana or Niko. As Mr. Alpha Boy and the old maid likely wouldn't be the sort to disappoint him verbally. He was half searching for either scent in the pair, so it was likely more than chance and luck that lead him directly across the teen's cologne. He was downwind from the sir, so his approach wasn't evident until his pad landed deliberately on a twig, which broke with a subtle cracking noise that drew the young ones gaze. However, since the fading light of the sun created a net of optical illusion shadows, the lean gladiator's aphotic form wasn't evident, so he glanced away again. His tail flicks from side to side in an irritation akin to what Vingi himself must have been feeling.

He didn't waste any more of his precious moments – he had spent enough of the last few days in utter sloth, and it was time to (hopefully) talk to someone. Instantly picking up a graceful trot, he utilized his slender pistons in manoeuvring himself silently out of the ghostly shade. Approaching the boy, he slowed to a languid walk. As he sauntered, he spoke, his articulation holding the same light, elegant tone as was the norm with the smooth bronco. “You look bored – mind if I join you?”

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