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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LIGHT IT UP AND BURN IT DOWN [Open]
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It seemed silent when she returned from Spring Grounds, her offer standing with Aindreas. She could provide them a home if they so desired here. It seemed that she too needed Drizzt. The little wolf had such a strong heart, and ever her own after withstanding abuse and neglect - as heartless as she thought she was, she cried. They were always welcome here, for Drizzt helped her get back on her feet when all was dark.

Now she seemed to just follow into the dark though she did not match it. Her pelt was as white as snow, but in the gloomy setting she called home she seemed to be but a ghost. Yet this was her delight and this was her home. She finally had one, and better yet one she was ruler of. Her night consisted of meeting an unusual fellow, one of dark aura - Church. And the other being a Queen of her own pack as well; Dante. It was strange how she felt so much more comfortable in the presence of strangers. Yet it was great - It was all thanks to Drizzt.

Her hell like portals scanned a river, the sun just starting to peek above the mountains as the stars started to fade away. She sat on her rump, taking in the cold Autumn air and the beautiful moving water. Her audits perked to attention as she sat alert.





"Just a slave to a God of nothing!"





THE DIVINE INFECTION
MOTIONLESS

|Divinist | Adult | Monsteress | Love | Heirs | Queen of Malignant Felicity|
:: -Metalhead- ::
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