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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The bi-color wolf wasn't that long into sitting and observing when a very familiar scent met his nostrils. His skull turned to see his mother entering the clearing with another wolf at her tail. The wolf following her made Braveheart scrunch his brow. The large male was just another wolf really, except the coloring. It was intriguing … it was the only wolf he'd ever seen that had the same colors as he did. And why was this wolf with his mother? He eyed them suspiciously as the large male stopped for a moment as his mother continued approaching. Being an angsty young teen as he was, the youth was fully mortified when she greeted him. He completely stiffened against her nuzzle, moving his face to sort of shrug away from it and then she took to giving him a few loving licks.

“Mom!” He swung a crimson paw in the air, batting at her muzzle. “...Mom. You're messing up my scruff.”

He scrunched his nose at her when she pulled away, though she seemed to ignore his protesting, never showing anger or even frustration. The only thing she'd ever shown him or any siblings was love, as embarrassing as it was sometimes. His mother than questioned how he was, to which he shrugged as she tacked another question on regarding his siblings. As she asked her chocolate eyes momentarily roamed the small crowd to be sure she wasn't mistaken. His eyes, which matched hers in color, flickered once more towards the larger black and crimson wolf who had taken a place on the other side of his mother. When his mother would look back he would also shift his eyes back to hers and shrug again. “I don't know, wasn't my turn to babysit them.” The sarcastic tone admitted annoyance with being asked anything that he didn't know the answer to. His lanky, teenage frame shifted to face another opening in the clearing in response to another familiar scent.

Eyes were quick to spot a weedy, multi-hued russet figure. The second of the siblings to join the meeting. Red China was an odd case. They hadn't spent most of childhood together. Somehow it worked that she'd gotten lost when she was young, too young for Braveheart to remember ever knowing her. Sin found her and reintroduced her into the family. She seemed to be more like him than the other two, though he still felt very set apart even by appearance alone. She began heading over towards them and he sat back down again. He zoned back into watching the crowd, zoning out of whatever his sister and mother spoke between themselves. He had also let his guard down to those closest to him, and missed when his sister lunged. She landed on him, and almost reflexively his front legs shot up, pushing up against her chest to try and remove her. After kicking out, part of his mind said he probably should have given his sister a soft touch … then again, even with his female siblings Braveheart had always been the type to play rough.

If he succeeded in pushing her off, he would roll over and then lunge up straight from a laying positing, attempting to pin her down in revenge. If he didn't manage in pushing her off, then his muzzle would reach up, attempting to clip his teeth at her chin or cheek.





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