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 [PACK MEETING / CLAIM]
IP: 209.18.49.125

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The Pain We Love Is Taking Shape





It had been so long since she had been home. She felt terrible for what she had done, but she really did need a break. Her nightmares of Morrissey only recurred, the same night playing over and over again in her head as she bathed in his blood in moonlight - Only this time he came back to life after he was slain. Her nerves made her crave to visit his grave that she dug herself in an open field. Drizzt surely had to have been worried . . . She gave a soft sigh, wondering what had come of her home and what had become of her packmates. She missed them terribly but her journey to the grave had only just ended.

His body was decomposing slowly under the earth all this time. She felt strangely at ease however, her demons were silent as she looked over this dead body of a man she once loved, who did her wrong. She hated to think it but even Drizzt didn’t know the monster she really was. Her darkness. Her blood lust. Morrissey had taken a toll on her and created her, shaped her, into the creature she was now. She realized something in herself - She didn’t care any longer who knew of this past. She was not weak. She had killed her demon.

The demoness latched her jaws onto Morrissey’s scruff and pulled him up onto her haunches, beginning her journey home with the corpse. Everything seemed to move in a blur, it had taken a full day to reach Malignant territory again, her nares not picking up even the faintest new scent. She grinned, waltzing right back into her home. The Ghost Queen mounted her stone throne and set the corpse down, her hell portals looking up to the sky as stars twinkled and the moon illuminated the glade where they held their meetings.

Her head threw back as she called forth her packmates, calling Drizzt, her voice echoing in the dark trees. Her hell portals opened as her jaws closed, her head falling to look out over the glade, she sat in wait with the dead body. Katia would be the only one to understand, since she was the only one who knew - But what would Drizzt think?





"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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