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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It wasn’t that he was interested in going back to his birth pack. Nor was it that he missed the judgmental glares he was given from day one. It was not that he missed his mother… though he did. And it was not that he missed Caspian, a shit of a stand in father. No. The blinded kalak was here for a very different reason. He was tracking. It had been months since he had taken off. Months since he had last seen Eriel. Months since he had last seen at all. But we’re getting off topic. The russet and charcoal beast slid in and out of the trees, very careful to stay extremely aware of his surroundings, should his senses fail him now. Just because he did not have his vision did not mean that he was completely at loss. Over the months, Romulus had been able to learn his new gifts so well that it would appear that he had been this way his whole life. That his palette had been scarred since his first milk. But that was not true. And even when it rained, he could still feel the wounds pulse. They ached especially during thunderstorms. Which was a good thing, because today was not a rainy day. He had nothing to distract him away from what he was looking for. Romulus snuck into Cold Summers as if it were the easiest thing in the world. And in a way, it was. Rom, from his days of escaping every judgemental eye that was not friendly, had found every back way into Cold Summers. But today was not just escaping the eyes of others. It was a day to find if Eriel had returned. For he could not simply just go up and ask that uncle father of his, could he? No. A grim sneer crossed his palette unconsciously. Caspian would murder him without even wanting to hear his side of the story. Especially now that he was weaving in his territory.

He got out, of course. But he did so knowing that Eriel had not yet returned home, and he also got a good taste of the welcome that would bring him to his knees and his neck to the guillotine should he ever try to return. He was out of breath by the time he made it back ‘home.’ The only place he could call home anymore. Malignant Felicity was a lighthouse on a stormy sea. Exactly that. Sheer rocks to fall from, a sea to go to, and with no food nor water inside the contraption itself. It led ships away from it’s banks and was never visited save for the same kind of people he was. The damned. Romulus tucked his chest in and slid into the safety of the territory. But of course…. Who else would he run right into minutes later because he was too deep in thought to process who or what was around him? None other than the dear lady Asia. He nearly turned right around when he finally realized it... but by then it was too late. He was in a web. And she was the black widow clawing her way towards her prey.





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