It's just a game we play in the dark;

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's just a game we play in the dark;
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Posted on January 18, 2016 at 09:49:33 PM by LUCIFER

It would seem he would be the stallion in a harem of mares. Snorting at his luck, the heathen raises his head and smirks. "You will all be expected to work, as I said. So, let's get on with it. We need numbers. I want you all to go out and find wolves you think suit Malignant and what we would all like for this place to be." A look is given to the youngest wolf, Drizzt.

"Little one, you learn all you can from the pack. This is your only job for now." He looks them over, nodding his head, and goes to lick his wounds. Before he leaves them, he turns and addresses each of his females. "I expect you to watch the pack as though you were the one who fought for her borders. Each of you. Since you are all the firsts here, you shall have the first tastes of her power under my rule." He looks to the midnight woman he met in the mountains. "Lucaya, you have seen battle. You are injured from it, only fight if you must. Kirastasia, look after Lucaya, she needs those wounds looked after. If you do not know what to do, find someone who does." With these last orders, the male skulks off to clean himself up.

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