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The dark coated titan had scented her a mile off and a smirk had grown on his face and then been replaced by an easy smile when she entered. Ebony and scarlet rippled over steely bands of well-grown muscles as he padded enthusiastically to meet her. Kaizer had not agreed that Queens had gone and had told Arcadian to be patient- something he couldn’t do for an extremely long time. Kaizer stopped just before his mother and with a respectful incline of his head, he spoke, his lyrics now deep and cemented in his barrel of a chest.

Mother. Welcome back.

Without a moment of hesitation, he ran his side down hers and made a sharp turn around her to run his other side up hers. He nuzzled her lower jaw and smiled at her- you could forgive wolves for thinking he was a mommy’s boy. Family was important to Kaizer and Queens had taught him that anything and everything should be sacrificed for the pack and his family. His mother had killed countless wolves- even mates of hers, for the good of the pack. Kaizer had been secretly keeping an eye on the Abendrot litter and leaving small, disfigured prey for them, keeping them fed and healthy. He stayed at her side, a protective guard more than adoring pup, sitting about a meter from her, knowing she would most likely address the entire clearing soon enough. The likelihood there would be displeased wolves was high and Kaizer would not tolerate the tiniest amount of disrespect to Queens.

His gaze went back to Arcadian, a twisted smile on his feature that vanished very quickly. You will not run this pack while I still walk the borders, I think. Arcadian spoke up after his gaze left Kaizer’s and Kaizer’s hackles bristled a moment or two, so quickly and so subtle, it could be mistaken for a breeze flowing through the pack.







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