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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MAY YOU ALWAYS KNOW ONE THING

Run.
Run.
Run.

The only thing in the blind man’s thoughts were echoing across the walls of his head. Ever since his beautiful mother became a corpse that he dragged back to the sorry borders of Cold Summers, Romulus had been fleeing. His meetings with others were short. They were not sweet, but they held no violence in them. The scars upon his eyelids that kept the flesh sealed tight acted as a sort of promise now. Having matured into an adult months ago, the kalak was in his prime, but torn between life and death. He was not a sorry creature—no. The brute was more of a fallen archangel than he was a bag of trash lost to the erosions of time. For a time, he wondered which pack he would fall into. Abendrot had caught his interest most definitely. If he kept himself there, Eriel would never find him. Ever. She would be kept safely hidden away from the turmoil that his actions always seemed to bring along with them. Rom exhaled softly, a swift wind carrying the breath away into the atmosphere as if it had never even happened. Black stilts halted at the borders of what was once Queens domain. It might become so again—but under the new control of a regal who had risen out of the soot that covered the bones of the dead… well Malignant was starting to seem a little more approachable. Domes flicked forward, testing the silence for signs of life—however small they might be.

Romulus was not the same as he had been a year past. His actions that had been specifically to keep Eriel away from him were stopped—his presence and promise to his own Aunt and Uncle drifted into nothingness from which they would never return. No doubt he would never be able to converse with his blood again. Not that he minded—having torn his own orbs out due to a genetic fault that would keep them from ever seeing the light anyway, he figured that this was the way life was taking him. The course he walked now was unsure. But with his body physically in front of a territory line, something rose up from inside of him. That promise to make Odessa proud of him lingered on a small, golden thread tied to his heart. No matter what he did, he couldn’t break the damn thing. No amount of pulling, tugging or biting at it would cut it. And Eriel… sweet, strong, proud, Eriel. She stayed locked inside a frozen cell from which he would never find the key to. He had abandoned it along the way to this territory, and it was buried far beneath the earth’s soil. He would keep her in his thoughts—but he would not allow himself to mess with her affairs. She was a creature of the light, and he was something that had fallen with the sun as it set.

His blind, scarred face turned to the area that smelled distinctly of recent female marking—and he screamed to the sky.




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