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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Amatus


The usually spirited pup whimpered, felt whines rumbling through his throat at a cry of despair. It was not a cry of help however; Tag had convinced himself that either his family would return or he would manage himself. After all he had survived a night on his own – how hard could it be? His body had squeezed into a hollow of a tree where damp scents engulfed him, making him a creature of the forest. But he knew he could not stay here, Tag refused to give up. After the first night, the youth had crept out again. He sniffed the air but he was not experienced in tracking and as far as he could tell, he was alone… His young muzzle glanced up to the sky and froze, the sky was shrouded in a murky purple haze of clouds; blackness mingled into the intimidating rainclouds overhead but it was not raining, he knew that it was clearing but for how long would it stay friendly? He whimpered and ran, wading through streams, crossing lands before finally settling on the damp ground. Unknown to him, Tag had encountered the border of Malignant Felicity. He sniffed – why had they not returned to him?

Something did not seem right; the scents of wolves were far more pungent than usual. His small figure rose and his muzzle lowered – sniffing at the ground as if he was knowledgeable in these types of issues. Tag stiffened… this was a pack? If we get separated, join a pack… Memories were exhibited into his clouded mind, deciding before he had even registered what he would do. Tag however was uncertain if this pack was a good choice. A scowl crossed his ebony face, he wasn’t afraid! Tag had no understanding of joining packs however – did he just enter and claim his home? Was he to be accepted by the alpha? A puzzled expression was revealed, how would they know he had arrived? A sigh escaped his dark maw – what was there to do? The pup fell back upon his haunches with a small huff.

In the far distance, his emerald eyes caught the figures of hunting wolves. He envied them to be so old that they could use their skills. A grin crossed his maw and he raised, rump sticking out into the air as he pretended to pounce on his prey. Childish laughter escaped rather loudly and for once he forgot about his fantasied reputation. He stopped and turned his head, maybe there were other pups around! Not females though, they were just weaker presences who did not even possess the skill needed to be a real wolf. He was not prepared to have his mind changed either.

He sighed, and waited…





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Word Count: 457
OOC: Sorry about the smallness of the post. :\ I'm still getting used to his charrie.


Tag | Pupless | Loveless | No Pack | Slightly Older Pup / three months
Souleh




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