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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I Created the Sound of Madness{Challenge}
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I created the Sound of Madness…

Icy blue eyes stare down the valley as the femme sits on the edge. Her thoughts uncontrollable and going on the millionth lap around her head. Nothing can stop the inevitable; your destiny is set in stone no matter how hard you try to change it. Everything finally stops and the sun sits on the horizon, starring her down. The golden rays slowly die under her gaze, her eyes close as the last beam disappears over the skyline. The green valley below is colorless now, no light to show the beauty of the land she sits above. She moves her paw in aimless circles, a stone falls off the edge of the cliff and she snaps to attention. It slowly dissipates into nothing, plink. The soft sound is the pebble hitting the water below her; she doesn’t sit very high on the cliff, the sounds of the valley still echo in the ears. Her cold gaze settles on the moving object; it dives below sending out a call to it brethren like a wolf to its pups. This sets her in motion, her plot is in place and she dares to turn back but something pushes her onward.
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Keilani sets her paws carefully on the rocks leading down the cliff. The path is dangerous during the day but she asks for her head on a silver platter now travelling down at night. A stone slips from under her pad and she freezes, her claws dug solidly into the soil. Her breath is coming in short sips; trying to calm herself is on the border of impossible… The water reflects under the full moon, the silvery disc covers the reflective liquid. Lani breathes in hoping this won’t be her last. Her body rushes towards the water, the silver platter disrupted by ripples and waves. Bubbles rise to the surface, her chest is aching begging for air on the other side of the watery world. Her paws hit ground and push away as her eyes start to darken with black. Then the air rushes into her lungs and she sucks it in like a newborn pup suckling. Her fur it matted to her bodice, the warm air keeps the shivers away. Lani steps away from the bank and shakes out the water leaving minimal traces of her daring jump. Only a devious smile remains on her features.
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Nothing had ever mattered to her so much, but this unknown force kept egging her on; almost like she was being called a coward, which made her refuse to back down even more. She had the ego of any brute, her competitive nature got her into many situations. Many of them lead to fights or a night on the town. This gave her some good memories but not without a few scars to prove it. Lani didn’t mind them they gave her character. She favored the one under her left eye from a rough night… She pushes the memory back into the dark corners of her mind; filed away for another night. Tonight held the journey of a lifetime which could end very badly.
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The morning ray shone from behind her as her destination came into view, Malignant Felicity. The pack was known for ferocity which she could provide but it’s borders were stale; not one soul in sight. She wanted to rescue it from the depths of depression. Raise it into a mighty kingdom like the leaders before her. Whether there was anyone to take her challenge was unknown but unlikely. She stopped at the scent line examining the territory in front of her. It aura was dark, secretive and murderous; the screams of the ravens told the stories of the pack, oh so long ago. Lani raised her muzzle to the lightening sky and let out a challenging call, I wrote the Book on Pain. she chided to herself.




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