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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Ebony paws marched in a rhythmic pace, making a beeline for his father’s voice. Kaizer questioned himself calling Arc his father, as Sidorio might as well be his father with his ebony coat and crimson stained throat. It was purely comical, the way he always looked- like someone had just torn his throat out. He liked to think of it as a trendy look he admitted his victims to, but really, the scarlet markings just reminded him he was part demon, part monster. His livid, jade orbs scanned the clearing before pushing through the last boundary of foliage. It was true, he hadn’t seen Queens for quite some time, however he had a hunch she really wasn’t all that far away. He left deer and elk kills strewn across the pack terra, feeding the pack and hopefully his mother too, if it came to it.

Lost faith in our cause, Arcadian?

The comical tones had an acidic ring to them, once grown, he had truly began to hate his father for removing from his home, estranging him from his family and taking his life and turning it into a training exercise. What did he know about family, about honor, loyalty, trust? Arcadian trusted no one; apparently, although Kaizer assumed Queens came closest to that breach of rules- otherwise Kaizer himself simply wouldn’t exist. Kaizer wound his gaze over to the deadly maiden in the corner and took her in with a quiet breath. Like all the faes in this county, she was something of a diamondback rattlesnake, beautiful to behold, deadly to entertain. Something glinted in Kaizer’s eye as he decided he and Samus Aran were not as well acquainted, as they should be. After all, pack mates should learn from one another and he definitely would sit up and listen like a good little boy if she were the one giving the lecture.

Hello beautiful, did you come for the show?

His eyes narrowed in jest and he sat near her, but far enough away, so she could not strike him without warning. Got to be wary of those viper’s fangs.




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