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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And now we have our first trespasser since I've been back to stir the waters of Malignant Felicity. I've been biding my time, pacing the borders restlessly, waiting for a good trail to follow so I can pick up some recruits. Malignant Felicity needs to come back to life but before it can do that, we have to have the numbers to intimidate. We have to have the numbers to show the world what we're capable of. I've been calling out to the ghosts I know are still lurking and I have hints that they're out there, just waiting for someone to step up and give them a throat to chew on. Llorana, always my little white shadow, has followed me back to Malignant Felicity and I'll make her into something to be proud of once I break her spirit a little, just enough to satisfy my ego. I've heard rumors that Samus Aran is not completely done with Malignant Felicity either so I'm just patiently waiting for her to show herself.

In the mean time, I'm going to be a very busy wolf. I'm going to be watching the lands of Blossom, ready to pick out and hunt down the right wolves of caliber to call this place home. It's not enough to announce my arrival and wait for the vultures to crowd around my fresh kill. No, I'm going to be active and I'm going to make it known that Malignant Felicity will not die, not while I'm here. I kept it going all the times that Queens abandoned it and just because Carnival is not around at the moment to wipe the place mats doesn't mean the land gets to go to waste. I will decorate the ground in red and it's only going to get better. But first we need more sets of teeth. And look what the cat dragged in, just for me. I can smell him even before I see him, haughty and deadly, just the way I like them. It's like Malignant Felicity calls to them, drawing them in like flies to the kill. I peer at him through the shadows, molten gold gaze watching his white form as he toes the borders, considering. Then his eyes flicker and he seems to make a decision. Good boy, let's see what you're made of.

Now I'm on the move, head low, ears folded back. I'm like the big black shadow coming out to play. And play, I shall. I launch forward, a tank of chaos, an indomitable force. My aim is to hit him in the ribcage and send him rolling, otherwise to at least knock his balance off. Either way, I'll bring him to a stop. My head snaps up once I make some sort of contact, snapping at his face and neck. My golden eyes gleam at him, daring him to do something, to give me a reason. I turn to face him, ears straightening now as I stand tall before him, tail arched over my spine, hackles up and trembling, my entire body spasming, ready for action. My lips curl back, showing him pearly white fangs. "Give me a reason not to make you my newest carpet color. You have five seconds, go."



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