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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When I see the wolf toeing the borders of Malignant Felicity, I can only grin, lips curling back in anticipation as my hackles rise and my tail lashes at my flanks, ready for action. I know the moment he steps over with a smug look on his face and I don't wait to ask what he thinks he's doing. I've been watching the wolf for hours. I trailed him all the way from Leisure Lake. He was trash talking the pack to some other wolves there, talking about how it's pretty much abandoned and how he was going to go right in there and show the ones who are left who's boss. Well I've come something to show him, alright. I had followed him here, waiting to see if he had the twins to do what he said he would. Of course, I wouldn't let him get so far as he thought he might get. He looks up right as I smash into him, my bulk smashing into him like an oncoming train.

We roll over and over and by the time we land, he's on his back and my parted lips are hovering over his face, saliva dripping onto his nose as he blinks at me in surprise. "Um.." But before he can even start to talk, I slash my paw across his face, leaving shallow cuts from my dull claws, enough to shut him up but now he's snarling up at me. Like he can actually do anything. I smirk and even chuckle under my breath. "Save it. Your time on this earth is over." His eyes widen and for the first time, I see fear in his expression. He squirms beneath me, trying to get free but it's all in vain. I press my weight down onto his chest, continuing to hold him there. I lean in close, savoring the smell of his fear as I whisper to his ear. "You think you're slick? You're nothing. This is a pack of ghosts. We are not meant for you to see us. We bait you, lure you in with a false sense of safety and then.....we end you." He parts his lips to speak back but I've already lunged, grasping his throat in my jaws as I latch on and shake.

Soon enough his gasp is cut off and all I hear is gurgling. The sound is satisfying in my ears and only when his body goes limp beneath me do I release his throat and step back to admire my handiwork. I lick my chops, letting the blood pool around my paws as I throw my head up, sending out a call of pure pleasure to the world. I don't even care who hears. Malignant Felicity is still around and we're here to stay. We are the killers, the monsters beneath your bed and that will never change.




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