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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Posted on May 8, 2012 at 11:56:58 PM by Kaizer



Silence was golden, they said. Whoever they was must be long time parents or something because this silence bored Kaizer something terrible. The solemn brute trotted through Abendrot licking his lips, fresh blood stained his snout and muzzle. The rabbit had been an unexpected snack, but was pretty tasty for such a little morsel. He wondered when either Arcadian or Queens would organize a next pack-wide hunt. Perhaps soon, once they were done ‘catching up’. Kaizer rolled his eyes and turned sharply to the left, a stink of his brother permeating the air. He paced up to Niko and the male he knew as Vingi, dipped his head at them with a mischievous smile. He walked past the pair without saying anything and quenched his thirst before lapping at the reminder of blood around his muzzle.

Enjoying looking at your reflections, ladies?

Probably the best attempt at a humorous conversation that Kaizer had started was with the deer he killed. The brute was solemn and quiet and so very controlled, yet he knew he couldn’t be that way all the time. He wouldn’t make it in a pack like this being a rigid, cold killer. Sure, that may get him brownie points every now and then, but he knew in his genetics was the possibility for more. Queens was social and his father was not, well, not from what he’d experienced. He didn’t seem to socialize without reason and Kaizer had grown up that way- much different to what Arc had said his siblings would experience. He waited for a rebuttal from either male, a gentle smirk on his face. He was clearly bored, perhaps they could go on a hunt or maybe go find some entertainment on the borders with pathetic wolves that thought they summed up the qualities needed to simply stay alive in malignant felicity.

K.A.I.z.E.R




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