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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A month had passed since the killing of Death, but the old warrior still couldn't shake the fact that something or someone was watching him. It was as if Death's soul and the torment he had experienced was stuck to Carion. Three things were on Carion's mind as he walked through the pack lands in the dead of the night, the first one was that he needed to get some sleep, the second thing was that he was suddenly aware that he was hungry, and the third thing was that he was mad at himself, mad at Death, and mad at Ioni for going off with another wolf from a rival pack. He padded silently through the woods from his den and went down to the river where he drank and sat in the cooling water, letting his leg get soaked. The scar on his leg was one of many scars that he had gotten from the multiple battles that he had won, killing his rivals every time. He tips his head back and lets out a long howl of grief, knowing full well that he was bound to wake up some of the inhabitants of Malignant in the middle of the night.
After he is done with the howl, he goes deeper into the water and lets the water soak his fur, relaxing his aching muscles. He wasn't as young as he once was but he would hold on for as long as he was haunted by the thought of Blackjuicedeath, that sad howl as he looked back to the stones before limping to Malignant was stuck in his mind for as long as he had to live.

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