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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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DeaTH SCeNe
IP: 74.141.235.32
Posted on December 2, 2017 at 01:59:35 AM by Holly + Thistlechaser

Holly finds herself drawn closer to the borders again, by the sounds of a faint whimpering. She moves fluidly through her home at a subdued lope as rain drizzles down from dreary skies, before she hears a splash and a cry for help. Holly rushes forward since she knows her home like the back of her paw, since she has lived and breathed here all of her life, and knows that nothing here is a threat. She skids to a stop to see a tawny and white female struggling in the mire, iridescent vipera scales shimmering here and there in the muck. Her jaws parted as she saw Holly, screaming for her to help. Holly lunges forward and locks her fangs in the struggling girl's scruff, before two gators seemed to rise up through the mire like ghosts.

Holly backpedaled but the female was an adult, bigger, and complete dead weight, her paws sinking deep into the muck, but her sense of justice would not let her release her. She snarled a threat to the gators, even if she knew such beasts never heed such a warning. The gators moved and snapped, churning the water and breaking the females apart by force. One gator already had a ice-grip around Thistle's chest and neck, she had tried to move away, but at the last moment her once completely lame leg had given way and her breath died in her throat as she was dragged under to be lizard chow.

Holly thought of her family, her mother and her brothers in these moments. Would they be sad if she died here? Would they ever find her body? As the rain drizzled down and soaked her face like tears, she struggled from where her body had been flung straight into the soggiest and least stable mire. She had always avoided it as it meant certain death, and that was when the jaws of the gators descended. In a last act of defiance she stretches her jaws wide and hiss-snarls, her body quicering with the rage of her mighty roar, before the a downward force drags her down into the depths of the murk where she ceases to exist.

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