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 December 2, 2012 at 05:36:09 AM by Queens
 My attention stayed focused on his features as I spilled the beans. He was so emotionless, a part of him that I had yet seen, which I was sure is what most other wolves would get from him. Yet, even with all the shit I had just thrown in his face, Kershov kept his cool and composure. I felt my auds perk forward, trying to gage some sort of emotion…something. That is when the words slipped off his cool tongue. I cannot…notice I say cannot, Queens. I felt like I could almost feel him pull the air from around me when he inhaled. A soft whimper was just about to escape my maw when he stopped and stared past me. I felt my ears instantly move backwards to catch the sound of paws beating against the ground coming towards us, from Malignant. Had I called for backup? Fuck no. Who was here?? My attention was pulled back to Kershov has his auds pressed against his crown and the pure emotion of disgust and aggravation was written all across his features. He was glaring past me, and I just couldn’t help but stand still, watching Kershov. I wasn’t sure if it was because I didn’t trust him enough to look behind me or if it was just the fact I didn’t want to lose my own composure on who was behind me. That was when I saw the flash of ivory to my left and mentally I was ripping things apart while cussing his name …Arcadian. He moved and bows to me and I couldn’t help but narrow my gaze and stare at him with a what the fuck are you doing stare. He then moved and sat beside me and I couldn’t help but let a growl rumble through me. I felt anger just building up inside me and honestly I wanted to reach over and rip Arcadian apart for just waltzing in and trying to start shit. My attention was quickly brought back to Kershov as he spoke. Odd. In Abendrot, we teach pups not to eavesdrop. I couldn’t help but have my auds press against my crown like I was being scolded. I turned to face Arcadian, responding back to Kershov at the same time. My back was now to the King of Abendrot, staring Arcadian straight in the face. My lyrics were laced with pure aggravation showing I was far from happy. You have to excuse Arcadian, Kershov. He would have been my mate, but when shit got rough he ran off….he just recently came back to Malignant and sometimes doesn’t know his fucking place. A growl followed my acidic lyrics and I was now in between Arcadian and Kershov, still speaking to Arcadian. I didn’t realize I called for help. If I would have needed your help in big girl situations I would have been dead many moons ago….and if you’re looking to pick a fight, then you won’t be doing it here…because if you want a piece of him, you will have to go through me. Understand? I hated being nasty to a wolf I had cherished very close to me, but this was just the icing on the cake for me at this point. 
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- don't expect roses on your gravesite - By Arcadian December 2, 2012 at 09:23:42 AM
FROZEN MASS GRAVE - By KERSHOV December 6, 2012 at 03:14:33 AM