aurora borealis- noun plural: An aurora that occurs in northern regions of the earth. Also called northern lights.

In the middle of a dense forest of coniferous trees lies the Aurora Borealis pack, its name coming from its location. At certain times of the year, the northern lights appear, dancing almost magically in the sky. A narrow trail leads you through the close evergreens. Giving into temptation, you begin moving your paws. By venturing into this territory, you are venturing into a land belonging to a pair of feared leaders. You have heard rumors of them...but you decide to take your chances and hope that the tales of blood and death are merely fabricated stories to scare wolves.

You have walked nearly five minutes before you realize the sound of paws stepping somewhere from behind. Deciding that you've made a mistake, you quickly turn around, but find that you cannot go any further. Standing before you is one of the mighty kings you've heard of. His blood red pelt clings over perfectly toned bands of muscle. But that isn't what causes such fear in your veins. One of his amber eyes has a horrid, bleeding scar across it, and his good eye seems to stare right through you. His face is expressionless, giving off none of his intentions. You cower away as his jaws part.

"I'm Hell Demon."

His voice was deep and cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Right where he left off, another voice picks up from behind you. You whirl around and find yourself facing another male with steely muscles beneath his pelt, which seems to consist of every shade of brown. He had startled you, and you're amazed how you hadn't at all detected his approach.

"And I am Ghost...we're the alphas of Aurora Borealis."

His deep voice was laced thickly with a Native American accent. His own golden eyes are directing a harsh glare your way. Now you're caught in the middle...your breathing has become heavy in your panic and you're not sure which to face.

"You've foolishly trespassed into our territory. You face the one called Hell Demon's whose voice is once more addressing you. Get out, or become a corpse along our border."

It's obvious they mean business. So now it's up to you...take your chances and stay, or heed their warning and waste no time getting out with your life.

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A small figure runs frantically from some unknown demon. Above throaty taunts send fear through the once peaceful air. The inky demons dive bomb the tiny figure as it runs for its life. The screams almost certainly saying,"Give us your body."Fear coursing throught the small body as it gasps for more air to continue to run. Small heavy paw steps thud against the ground. The petite frame tiring but refusing to stop and perish to the beaks of a gang of ravens. The charcoal demons falling from the sky, their obsidian daggers slicing the air above Darth occasionally slicing his body. Screams and the sound of his own heart engulf his audits. Fear and every other emotion flooding through him causing him to completely miss the border line. Unknowingly his body races past it the demons seeing their time would be limited to strike fall more often then before.

Darth's crimson chest heaves with pain. Precious oxygen depleting from his lungs. His frantic running slowing down some as he finds him self cornered between large thorny bushes. The demons see the opportunity slicing down upon him, some growing cocky enough to land and approach him on foot. There was no where to run, no escape,he had to fight back. Turning he lunges forcing the demons to jump away but they stay on the ground. Quick movements force the birds to continue their efforts. A flash of bite teeth grabs an inky foot, the struggle covered in feathers and fur. A now dead raven lays next to Darth as he charges the rest. A slicing motion from a talon catches him off guard slicing his back. Blood trickles down his pack as he manages to scare them to the air. Unfortunately for him his small body weak and tires falls to the ground. Blacking out the last sight he sees is one of demons landing to rip him to shreds. His only hope now is that another wolf comes along. The birds stand on his body poking him and some scratching at him to taste his blood.

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