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 [Drizzt]
IP: 208.54.90.193

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The Pain We Love Is Taking Shape





It was all dark now. Her life. Her home. Her friendships she'd made. Everything seemed so gloomy and she just couldn't seem to break it. Drizzt seemed mortified by the stunt she pulled at the last gathering. She didn't prize Morrissey but she didn't want him to hide in the shadows for someone to dig up and find. It was all a blur of confusion and frustration. She didn't want anyone to see her as this monster, but she didn't want to hide what she did. Or why she did it.

The white Queen walked aimlessly through her kingdom. Her subjects were quiet lately. She feared she had scared them off. Her hell portals looked around the area. Was she really loosing herself? Her head spun and spun and she began to run towards heaven knows where. She found herself at a small pool or water from the recent rain, stopping just before she reached the liquid. She looked down at her reflection, orbs welling up with tears. She began to cry silently in the darkness of the night.

Her audits pressed to the side of her head as she started shaking, where was her little Drizzt now? When she needed him more than ever. She needed to make things right. She took a deep breath, tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks. She threw her head back and called out for her friend.





"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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