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.

Refresh/Reload

AGAINST THE WALL , WE FALL FROM GRACE [Pack Meeting / DRIZZT]
IP: 50.29.171.103

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The Pain We Love Is Taking Shape





It had a few seasons since she took her crown. Yet she felt so at home so soon. She needed this, and it was all thanks to Drizzt. Without him she'd surely be lost forever. And after she returned him to his father, she had found herself separated from him and almost forbidden it seemed. Yet the ghost Queen proceeded with her duties, hoping one day her dear companion would return to her. And soon enough he did. If he chose to stay or not was entirely up to him but she wanted to show him her world. A celebration was needed.

She climbed to her stone throne, Spring air wonderful and in full blossom. It wasn't too hot nor too cold with a light breeze. The sun was just starting to set when the white Queen sat down. Her ravens circled the sky as she watched over with her hell portals. She threw her head back and let out a call to reach all of her pack members and Drizzt expecially. A smile came to her face as she stopped, curling her plume around her body. Her audits perked to face the clearing and she sat in wait.



"You can always rinse the surface but the stain will remain"

A Burning Lust To Touch The Flame

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MOTIONLESS

|Adult | Contemptress | Love | Heirs | Queen of Malignant Felicity|
:: -Metalhead- ::


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