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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In The Dead Of Night
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Time didn’t seem to matter anymore to her. Slowed down or sped up, either way she lost interest in it as she found herself passing the days by keeping herself content inside or outside of Malignant Felicity. Contact from her fellow pack members seized other than a scent or glimpse now and then. Everything seemed to turn quiet and die down, hell Calypso liked it to an extent, but even this girl liked a little fun now and again. Still she managed to keep herself contented enough with her little travels outside of her homelands. If the different color vixen couldn’t cause mischief in her home, than she made due by giving a loner hell. It was amusing to see how long they stayed in her company, some had even managed to match her antics but not enough for them to stick out.

Lucky for her, the huntress was in the packlands when she heard Queens’ howl that demanded her members to her. Judging from the tone and urgency something was up. The Iota rose to her paws and was quick to move into action after stretching her limbs out. For some reason she sensed that this meeting wasn't going to be like the regular newbies joining or hunting only kind of thing. Queens wanted her pack members in front of her now. Especially when a second howl came again that even held more urgency in the call. Just what kind of emergency was the pack strapped in for?

She wasn’t one of the first ones to appear in the clearing, even though she had not dawdled. In fact her tongue hung from her mouth slightly, as she panted a little from her all out run to get here sooner rather than later. Queens had called from the center of the lands she called home when the demoness was entering the territory again from the north.

At the high ladys’ paws laid a piece of meat from an elk. So, had this simply been a hunt call kind of thing? In the back of her mind there was a nagging voice telling her she wasn’t dreaming this up. One look at Queens seated upon her throne was more than enough to tell a pack member that something was indeed up. There was a difference about her alpha, like someone should watch themselves around her. Well everyone had to do that already but it was more severe this time, almost like she wouldn‘t take the normal bullshit anymore. Nikandros, Queens’ son, was just starting to move away from his mother. Calypso moved forward without hesitation to greet her ruler, like a good soldier, as her mostly brown and red feminine form came to a stop right below the boulder. Placing her front pillars on the large rock that the mighty demoness resided on, the girl raised her head to nudge Queens bottom jaw with her snout in a form of greeting.

It’s good to see you back, Queens.

Was she referring to her return to the lands or the monster who used to be caged? The words slipped from her maw before she went to find a seat, and that was after she gave a respectful bow of her cranium. That was normal for her to do at the pack meetings, but the contact she just gave wasn’t. Calypso was simply seeking Queens touch while she was in this mood, in a way of apologizing for not being around and just to have contact with the maple eyed lady. Maybe a bit daring, but she doubted her ruler would rip a limb off of her for it.

Kohaku, Devil May Cry, and Nikandros were the only wolves already here. Kohaku had been at the last pack meeting, in fact it was the first time Calypso had met the other girl. Her father had tried to assault her, yet Queens’ recently arrived son, Kazier had stopped the father from hurting his two children. Fenrir had stood up to his father for his sister, making her think that he wouldn’t be as prissy as his father, who claimed his daughter wasn’t trained right. Kohaku seemed just fine Malignant material to her compared to some that came around here. Still, the valkyrie couldn’t say she knew the mostly white wolfess. A little grin was the only greeting she gave to the near grown wolf, who sat in the sunlight with an emotionless facade.

Devil was next to catch her gaze when she passed him. The titans’ coat held hints of being wet and she could see the marks upon his mask. Calypso didn’t stare long at his injuries and instead greeted her fellow pack member with a smile, while showing her respect to the higher ranked by dipping her head before raising it back to where it had been.

Moving further along, she took a seat in the clearing that wasn’t too far away from any of the wolves present so far. Kohaku now had a companion, Nikandros settled beside the growing lady. It seemed like this prince had feelings for the lady. She made no point in trying to listen in on their conversation, even though she could hear Kohakus’ sigh. Her attention turned back to Queens and everyone else as one, while she waited to see if others would show up. She wanted to see and know what all the fuss was about that had Queens anger so prominent.


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