<small> you haven't a <b>CHANCE</b></small>

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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you haven't a CHANCE
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Posted on June 26, 2010 at 01:30:45 AM by Black Chance

He had left Blacklight to play with the flying lera that plagued them. Something about the brutes light frame made him suitable fro jumping and so he�d occasionally catch a single flying vermin and bite through whatever he held, some flew again, then crashed and some simply feel from his maw. The couple that were lucky enough only to lose a couple of feathers kept trying, their hunger drive stronger than their will to survive. What dumb animals. Speaking of, he smelt a joiner at his border and casually strolled past the oddly colored brutale to turn and sniff at her and draw back, as she her scent was offensive to his nostrils. Yuck. Another try hard for Queens to slaughter upon arrival, hmm, perhaps she deserved somewhat of a chance. If she chose to fight, well, she came to the right place to die, didn�t she?

Darl�in, I think your lost.

He wasn�t even going to bother with the petty threats, he should understand that if a mere Omega of the pack didn�t approve, her highness never would. Queens�s let them pick and chose and that was what made the pack so damned strong. It seemed a gauntlet to most to be welcomed her, but for him it had been rather easy, his brother had hooked them up, but he and his younger brother had also promised to behave well. This fae didn�t even deserve to be close to pack border. He snarled and bared his pearlies if she hadn�t already gotten the message. Honestly, her highness was not too welcoming of the female kind; she wasn�t much of a sharer when it came t her stable of finely groomed males. She kept quality bloodstock and Chance honestly wondered why there weren�t more little Queens running around this R-rated playground.

Perhaps she did get preggo more often, but perhaps she simply had found a way to abort the little unwelcome bothers. Her current offspring probably knew how lucky they were to be alive. With killers as parents, you didn�t really grow up in this �normal� loving family that most understood to be normal. He had been raised and trained, never loved nor treated with any kindness. He was actually gifted to Arcadian as a �brother�, not related indebted for life from teen hood. The ivory male had done well by him in terms of livings standards, he made sure they ate and slept when young and they fought and rebelled when older. Growing up next to the ivory knight had made him realize he never stood a chance to fight back against Arcadian and Arcadian rarely gave him a reason to fight with him.
Still, one of these days Arcadian would release his ties to them and they would be truly free.

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