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 was bored with this new puppet. He didn't seem to know how to keep his mouth shut and he didn't seem to fit into Malignant. She hadn't been there long but he wasn't the type fit for this place. Yet when she began to pay attention again to the wolves around her, her ears swiveled and flickered. A fight. Oh how she craved it. She wanted blood on her maw and she wanted it now.

One thing was certain about this fight: He would be a goner. His threats, his mocks towards her, she would kill him. His scathes weren't even healed yet so she'd have no problem inflicting damage. Dark eyes watched as he circled the snowy girl. He lept for her back, she lept to move away but his teeth scraped her spine. She barley flinched, her dark eyes narrowing. He lept again for her spine, this time she hadn't fully caught her balance. His teeth grabbed her back into its clutches. She grit her teeth together and shook it off. "If you're still alive after this and this scars I will hunt you down and slaughter you!" Her lips curled into a smirk. "My turn." She cooed as her cranium lifted.

She looked to him, his weak points were inevitable. The neck was a main life point - yet she didn't want to kill him yet. His wounds were still open and healing his neck was biten but not brutaly. His shoulder was scathed as well. Her legs pushed off the ground as she began to run towards him. Her open jaws aimed at the lower back of his neck. Spinal damage could cause paralyzation. After her attack, she decided another was a definite idea. She growled deep within her throat. Her legs again pushed her forward, aimed at underneath his jaw - his windpipe. If she missed, her weight and force would cause them both to tumble.



Attacks [2 / 6] 
Half dodge [1 / 5] 
Full hit [0 / 1]
Injuries: Bite wounds to the back area.

”Tell me how you're gonna go, how you're gonna go on and make him fall in love with you.”

☾ Hocus Pocus ★ Adult ☾ Enchantress ★ MateHeirs ★ Malignant Felicity ☾-Metalhead- ★



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