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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It had been weeks since any major activity had happened in the pack. There were times this almost seemed normal, but more and more often, the ambitious male was bothered by it. Leonidas hated sitting idle. He wanted to be useful. The young adult wanted to spend his energy. But what could he possibly do, that was productive, but not out of the line of his mother's authority? As he thought over this, a deep rumble in his stomach gave him the answer.

Leo left his dug out little pit that he liked to sleep in and started out on the primary trail of Malignant. He decided to stop just before the most common used border. It would lead them out to one of the main paths in Blossom Forest, which would in turn take them out to Prey Plateau. He raised his muzzle towards the dim sky and from his lips released a beckoning call to the pack. The message in his deep howl was that there was to be a pack hunt. Everyone should participate, and he also included that they should meet him at the main border before they headed out. When he was satisfied with it, he concluded his call and lowered his masked skull back to a normal level.

Sure, he was omega, but he was taking initiative. Certainly that was part of being in a pack. Stepping up when the alpha was otherwise occupied. His maple eyes, matching in color to Queens', watched for any arrivals. While their pack famously had very independent members, he still hoped at least a few might show. He had an idea, though he wasn't sure if he would implement it. What if a wolf had to aid on the hunt, or they weren't allowed to feast from it? Or at least had to wait until the end. Of course obviously the alpha and other ranked wolves would be exceptions. They had other jobs to do, they couldn't all come along on a hunt. But Leonidas liked the idea of omegas working for their meal. Just because you're part of the pack doesn't mean sit around and do nothing and expect to be taken care of like a pup. He figured he didn't have the right to put that rule into effect, not as an omega himself.

However he did plan on taking over a pack one day … not this one, but one of the others in Blossom. He liked to think about how he would run things. He watched his mother for inspiration. The things he thought she was doing exceptionally well with the pack. But he also came up with some ideas of his own. He was looking forward to that day. It wasn't necessarily soon, but he would know when he was ready. Of course until then, he would prepare and train. Continue watching how the politics of running a pack worked. And with these thoughts in his mind, he waited for the hunting party to arrive.



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