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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Truth be told, he hadn't considered the thought that it could mean war between packs, but then again, Raluck probably hadn't either. Blacktip whined, but then he recovered, either father or son would end up dead. One of them would die, whoever that may be. His mind raced as Motionless spoke, seeking out the possibilities that perhaps the two could speak it out. . . No. He growled softly and shook his head slightly, as if to get that idea out of his head. Two long minutes passed before he spoke, "I pledge myself to you and to this pack, but if he comes looking for me. . ." He broke off, the horror of it was just too real. He had a flashback of the incident that had cost Luka her life, her body lying motionless on the rock ledge where she had fallen. The scene that followed next. . . He shook his head again, unwilling to have that happen again. Never again would he want to see Raluck like that again. A beast that wouldn't let anything in his path hold him back until the father he despised was dead.
He looks Motionless in the eyes, his blue eyes full of fear. His tail droops slightly, halfway between his legs. He speaks again, this time his voice is full of fear, "I'd rather die by your teeth than his, I won't go seeking him, but sooner or later he'll find me. We always find each other, whether we like it or not." he finishes with a whine, ears flat on his head.


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