<font name=Times New Roman>Warriors survive%01<sup>while traitors wither</sup></font>(open)

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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Warriors survive,^{while traitors wither}(open)
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Posted on July 30, 2016 at 02:33:11 AM by Carion

So far there were only five other members in the pack. Carion had gone to talk to Katniss and see if she was up for a little hunt after the meeting. They had gone to the deepest part of the forest where barley no light showed through.
He was mulling over the conversation in his mind later in his den, trying to piece together the information she had given him and the information he had gotten from spying on her. It was clear that she wanted to go back, back to her previous life, Gale, and Peeta. Whoever they were. He got out of his den and went to the only place that he could think, a lake that he had found while exploring the forest. It was only there that he felt like he wasn't being watched, though he was always looking at water's edge to see that black fur disappear into the water like nothing had happened. He sat in the water, letting the water soak his fur. The wound to his hind leg had healed, though it was a reminder that he would never go away. He would always be watching him, until he got his revenge. Wading deeper into the lake, Carion lets his mind wander. Ears and eyes alert, he listens and watches for anything or anyone that might ant to surprise him.

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