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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Arcadian held back a smile as the arctic king talked of pups and eavesdropping. What? He wanted to be all-alone with his new love buddy? Too bad. He’d have to deal- until Queens ordered him away, which it sounded like she was. Queens could be one feisty piece of ass when she wanted to be.

If my queen would prefer- I’ll leave. Is that what you desire?

Arcadian was a featureless, eye blank, face blank, he glanced at Kershov and tilted his head a little, then quickly returned to train his eyes on Queen’s paws. He knew she would smell the kill on him and where it now stood. If she asked it, he would be gone like the smoke he was.



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