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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The ivory threads rippled seamlessly over coils of bundled muscle, shifting slowly, thoughtfully as the brute made his way to the center of the pack. The pack needed a leader and since an absence of Queens left them without an alpha, he chose to call a pack meet to try and get some stability and unity back in their ranks. The other packs were more active and had events, from good to bad, happening and Malignant Felicity certainly didn’t feel like a party anymore. It was like Vegas had become the simple desert surrounding it and nothing but sand and a few cacti remained in the pack terra. Wolves remained, but kept to themselves- although Arcadian, until now, had done exactly that. He hadn’t even sought out Kaizer to go for a hunt, instead preferring to live off fat rabbits feasting on the much-too-rich borders of Malignant.

The varg only made it to the edge of the clearing Queens usually drew her soldiers to for announcements or a pack hunt. Perhaps they could go on a hunt afterwards, perhaps they would even look for wolf prey too. The dominant black stripe down his spine halted halfway, but he did not, moving to the center of the beaten down meadow and letting his lyrics loose to the clouds. A calling howls; asking pleasantly, not commanding. Surely everyone would either be gone or bored to heck. A slight breeze blew, shifting scents and blades of grass; it was chilly, but rather pleasant to the ears to hear the lively movement of the wind and feel it caress his coat.

The day was bright and blue, a few smoky wisps of cloud remained on the skyline, leaving most of the land sundrenched and the colors richer than ever before.






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