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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She's coming at him fast, and she's coming at him hard. Llorana had followed him, believe it or not, and for weeks she had kept her distance and simply watched. From Blossom he had gone, out and into the world far beyond and she had been with him every step of the way, only several steps behind and well out of the way. It wouldn't do to have him know of her presence, after all. That would ruin the game. And he was just so much fun when he was otherwise oblivious, and it gave her such a thrill to be sneaking up on him. Out of all wolves, he would be the one on which she could prove to herself what she was capable of, for truly there was no wolf better. He's all stoic silence as he approaches Malignant, for where else could he and would he go after all this time? Queens was no more, they all very well knew that- but it seemed that some wolves still lingered.

A curious thing, a female to be marking the borders as if they were her very own. An amused and rather wicked grin caresses her pale features just as his hulking black fourm comes into focus again. And this time, she doesn't stop and remain in the shadows. Instead she continues on, her lithe legs and agile paws giving her the movement needed to hopefully barrell into the side of him. He had always been bigger than her, but she was quick and like lightning she's dashing away, while at the very same time whirling to meet him. If anything, she would be met with snapping jaws but perhaps in his age he has become more mild, timid, even. It's enough to make her laugh, and it does, in a hoarse, barking manner, her usually deep sapphire irises alight with brightness that was never there before. Since even their last meeting, Llorana's mind has becoming something else entirely, and now at last, perhaps, she was a wolf most suited for a life in Malignant Felicity.

The young adolescent wolf to have found the humid place all those years ago would balk at her older version- and now the white wolf would do nothing but laugh in her face. Funny how the world works and time warps all things.
Llorana
Adult | Female | of Malignant | Alabaster coat | Sapphire eyes


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