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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Posted on December 3, 2013 at 07:22:33 PM by Queens
 Sweat lathered my chocolate coat as I pushed from the ground with my ebon dipped paws. My auds perked as the scents and smells sent me on high alert. What exactly was going on and why was he here in my territory? The different thoughts rushed through my head. I knew now that in the back of my head that Kershov wouldn’t cause harm intentionally to Malignant or me. Even though I had completely manipulated the white knight he had a respect for me, just like I had a respect for him. It was a strange bond that we shared, a sort of love that only true monsters could possess for each other. He cared for me like I cared for him, but we would never show it. I would lay down my life for Kershov and in the back of my head, I was sure he would do the same for me, if it came down to it. That is how alliances worked in the first place. When one was under siege so was the other. Malignant would have Abendrots back as long as that alliance between the two of us held strong. So was something wrong? I was sure of it. Kershov wasn’t one to just drop in and say hello. With the thoughts running through my crown I picked up my pace, leaping over the stream that laid just outside the pack borders. Retracing his steps as I ran, picking up on his scent as I flew by like the breeze. I pulled the frosted air deeply in my lungs with every breath I took, loving the stinging sensation that came with it. The closer I got to the borders the more wolves I smelled. My pups…Devil..my son…they were all intertwined with the snow king of abendrot and I had no earthly idea what type of hell would be waiting on me. As I neared I slowed down my pace from a full out run, to a jog, to a upbeat brisk walk. My banner swaying behind me and my muscles rippled under my chocolate pelt. Ambers flaked with golds and greens scanned around as I slipped silently into the darkness moving towards the little meeting that was taking place. As I pushed my way out of the shadows and into the small clearing, I wouldn’t look like I had a care in the world. Yet, my lathered up coat would be a dead giveaway of my recent run across Blossom Forest. I glanced to all my packmates and give a soft nod before turning my attention towards the handsome scarred male in front of me. Funny…the crows told me of a snow king being at my pack, but I didn’t believe them. Why, oh why would the lord of Abendrot be knocking at my borders, looking for me? Ready for round two? I couldn’t help but a smirk and let a school girl giggle slip out and echo sweetly in my chest. I moved up to flank Devil and pushed myself against him softly as I passed. I loved him so much; he was by far the closest wolf to me. He was so dear to my heart. I didn’t stop though; this was time to show my power, but my softness. I stopped just a few feet from Kershov looking up at him. I see introductions are not needed and you have met one of our children. So tell me…what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your face. I’m sure it is not to just say hello…and to tell me you missed my cunning ways and beautiful face.. I smirked at him and waited patiently for my answer. 
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