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 crimson and black form raced across the territory. As opposed to creeping in the shadows and laying low as he spent most days, Braveheart was actually out in the very open, crossing fields and cutting through trails as he went. Since reaching a big marker of independence, that being teenhood, he'd had yet to hear a call for a pack gathering. While he wasn't ecstatic over social gatherings, but he had hopes there would be more to this meeting. A hunt, perhaps. The young teen was itching to go on a pack hunt now that he would be old enough to include himself in taking down a large ungulate beast. His desire to kill something was uncanny. He wasn't growing up in a violent land. His mother, Akina, certainly had never taught him or his siblings to destroy. There was just something about the idea of taking down some prey, about being able to feel the life fading from a struggling animal beneath you... there was something about it that was alluring to him. And he'd never even been along on a hunt before!

So, despite not knowing the intent of the meeting, he really had hopes in for a hunt. He emerged from the trees, slowing his pace so he could come to an easy stop. Chocolate brown eyes found a total of three wolves, all of them black, waiting for any arrivals. The one who he vaguely remembered as his mother's friend, Sin, stood towards the center of the clearing. Her tail waved in beta status. From what he knew she was practically honorary alpha anyways. Another wolf he had definitely smelled before, a pack member, but he didn't know her name at all. The last was a wolf completely new to him even in scent. Scarlet paws completely halted and he settled down the furthest away from all of them. He was an observer, and that was unchanging now as he looked from wolf to wolf. All of them were older than he was … which reminded him, where were his siblings at? Not that it mattered, of all the family he was by far the most estranged member. It was obvious even just in appearance … his siblings all reflecting Akina while he wore only the same eyes as their mother. As he waited for others to arrive and the meeting to carry on, he simply sat and observed, taking mental notes of the ebony trio before him.




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