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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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Posted on November 19, 2017 at 05:55:28 AM by Jolteon

The rotting wood of the log creaked under Holly's paws as she shifted her weight, and another wolf appeared. Jolteon's eyes instantly shift their focus over to the wolf who had come upon the scene, the fur at his ruff and shoulders bristling slightly in a form of apprehension. Why did she strike him as so dangerous? His ears perked up as the newcomer spoke, and Holly leaped off of the log to land besides her mother. He realized now that this must be one of the smoke and black wolfess's family. "My name, it's Jolteon." Wasn't that what strangers usually wanted to know?

He takes a step forward in a want to join them, but then he sees the stranger's unnatural fangs in the pale moonlight. "Make me...better?" The teenaged blonde wolf thought with some dinner in his belly consistently and some good rest he would be just fine, his dark indigo eyes braving a glance into Lucaya's fathomless red ones, the fur along his white collared ruff slowly smoothing back to his coat. What kind of wolf species was Holly's family? He had never seen a wolf with such dangerous red irises, the way he felt like he was prey about to be pounced upon.

He felt horror flash through his systems, he lowered himself almost flat to the ground as he stared at the two she-wolves standing side by side, as he wondered if these were the wolves they talked about in hushed whispers of horror stories. "Do you tell everyone that?" His voice came out cracked and accusatory, the fur along his white collared ruff and his blonde spine raising, as he forced his gaze away from that bloodied gaze and looking for a way to make his escape. Dashing forwards towaards them would be the dumbest idea because both of them could easily subdue him, and in his current state if he turned and tried to run they could easily catch him and wrestle him to the ground. He couldn't put up much of a fight or run for very long in his current state, but that wouldn't stop him from trying if an opening presented itself.

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THERE'S JUST NO REST FOR THE QUEEN OF THE DEAD - By LUCAYA November 20, 2017 at 07:00:28 PM

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