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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AGAINST THE WALL , WE FALL FROM GRACE
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The Pain We Love Is Taking Shape





It made her wonder, what kept Drizzt from visiting her? Aindreas? He promised her he'd send him over to visit often. She sighed in grief. She did nothing wrong but it costed her her first true friend. It had been so long. She was sure by now he had found many friends, possibly even forgetting her herself. She felt sadness clutch it's hands around her stone cold heart. Had she truly been to blame? She shook her head. She was not a rude, cruel queen. She was not that type. Malignant was dark, as dark as she inside. But she was not out of line. She knew respect. That's all she ever gave to those who deserved it.

She gave a soft sigh, moving to a tree and raking her long daggers down it over and over again. She rubbed her side up against it, catching small clumps of her winter coat in the bark. She sat in the snow once more, watching it fall from the trees silently. That's all there was - Silence. Until something broke it. Her audits remained forward, not breaking her stare with the snow. Until a voice broke through her attention. "Hi." Her hell like portals widened as tears formed and she spun around, staring her old friend in the orbs before knocking him to the ground in an embrace. "Drizzt! Where have you been?!" She cried out in joy, her tail beating against the fluffy snow.








"The pain we love is taking shape!"

A Burning Lust To Touch The Flame

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MOTIONLESS

|Adult | Contemptress | Love | Heirs | Queen of Malignant Felicity|
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