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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Time stood still as he slipped back to his den, thinking he had a few hours of sleep before he would awake and begin his hunting all over again. It had been all but a few hours before a howl pierced the air, his ears perking up automatically. He lifted his head groggily, climbing up out of the roots and dirt that served as his den. Carion knew full well who was summoning the pack, but she hadn't called a pack meeting in so long. . . He had begun to worry that something had gone wrong. He had begun thinking that perhaps Motionless had abandoned the pack like Lucifer. Quickly he ran through the foliage, at least as quickly as his wounded leg could allow him.
He had been stupid to think about even going after a fox when he knew quite clearly that he was not as young as he used to be. He had finally succeeded in snapping its neck, but not before it bit his leg.
He came out of the trees like a cannonball shot from a cannon, he had clearly not anticipated to get out of the trees that fast. He barely had enough time to stop before he tumbled, feet first, inches from the rock where Motionless sat. He quickly got up, wincing slightly as dirt got into the wound on his left leg. He inclined his head in greeting, choking back a grin, and said "So sorry you had to see that, your majesty." He backed away until he was three feet from Motionless and sat, looking around he sees that he's the first one to arrive. Turning his attention to his leg, he proceeds to lick the dirt away from the wound.


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