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 April 22, 2014 at 08:13:35 AM by Queens
 If I could have raised a wolfish brow I would have at the white king infront of me. Humor glistening in my amber laced with maple pools, dancing at the thought someone was about to just take one of my pups. I let out a soft school girl giggle before plopping my rear end gently on the sweet turf below me. Spring was all around us, humidity in the air and soon it wouldn’t be the only thing misting around my kingdom. As my soft giggle ended I glanced over to Kavik and then back to Kershov. So you came to my lands to tell me you were here to take one of my pups…or as you put it our pups. I don’t just hand over things that are valuable to me Kershov. So why do you need this precious gem that has our blood coursing through it’s veins? Also…what’s in it for me? I was not attached in any way to any of the pups, whom were at this point basically teens. Romping around Malignant, causing mischief and trouble..being the young rebelous hellians they were meant to be. Yet, they were conceived for a reason and I wasn’t just about to hand one of my leverages over to Kershov for him to pawn off to someone else without a good excuse. I narrowed my maples at him and pulled my ebon tail around to my side. My petite frame sitting upright, not letting my pools move from his icy form. You know the crows spread news fast around here and I really like just cutting to the chase sometimes... 
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