<small>THESE THINGS I DO </SMALL>

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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THESE THINGS I DO
IP: 107.209.70.37
Posted on May 8, 2014 at 02:34:04 AM by CARNIVAL

Oh and when his eyes gleam she basks in that glow with a little wag of her tail, much like a child with an enthusiasm that transcends judgment. Carnival isn�t about to make excuses for the genuineness of her smile, the sudden spring to her otherwise sultry, night-walker step. Hell, she�s missed this one. His words are so smooth and though she comes upon him somber, without reservation he toys with the noose around her neck. Strangely, her happiness rises as it tightens. So she responds, and in her little lilt is wickedness; she�s as obscene as they come, and she delights in it. �Ah, if only you knew what adventures I�ve found in my mind.�

She knocks into him lightly. As he well knows, she�s an analyst, a lover of words, and she doesn�t miss his subjection of her as a �prize.� Awh shucks, she�s flattered as all hell, though if he references her as such again she will rip his eyes out. It�s not violent if it�s purposeful, and she�s already planning the leap towards his genial and dominant face, how his eyes will flash in their last moments as they get a shining glimpse of her nose descending on his skull.

It takes a shake of the head to restore Carnival to sanity. These lands have done things to her, but she�ll never admit it. It�s too late, it happened, it�s instinctual: she loves these lands. They degrade her, chip at her mentality, brutalize her and antagonize her, and in all of it there�s a current of need that draws her ever closer, even as the chopping blades push her away. They�re more than nature: they�re a machine, and they�ve turned out another weapon tonight.

�You�ve been busy,� it establishes, with a teasing wrinkle of its nose, adding, �I suppose that leaves you no time for wandering your own mind.�

C A R N I V A L
i am hell bound

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