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

.the shadows mean me no ill will. -not finished
IP: 71.210.221.194

Her plagues will come
all at once as her mourners watch her burn


He is a charmer, that much I‘m certain, and he does it so well. His sugared whispers make my ears twitch but its his precise advance that catches my attention most. Strategic a one word summery. Even I can tell his every foot is placed with careful preparation. I bet it comes as easily as breathing to him. I suppose I cant jab after all I do have a little scheme my self no?
As would you I’m sure.


The Sweetest of Harlots
Asirai
Fully Grown. Loveless. Vagrant.

She's a cage for every unclean spirit.
Every filthy bird will come to nest
in her tangled weave of lies careful for
she will make us drink the poisoned wine!



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