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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Posted on November 26, 2011 at 09:32:46 PM by King Kong
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I wait patiently for the female's response, my attention only diverted when a new perfume slides through my nostrils. Turning my gaze, I make out a black colored female approaching the clearing. Catching the hint of Aurora on her pelt, I make sure to drop my head in submission, knowing that a pack wolf is always above a loner. She looks protectively toward the female that I spoke to though her body language says that she doesn't quite see me as a threat. Which is a good thing, right? Or at least that's what I tell myself as I subconsciously take a step back from Sin even though I wasn't that close to her to begin with. She makes no effect toward my movement, only nodding in my direction before offering me gentle words, calling this place my home. I can't help but smile in gratitude whether she can see it or not. My tail gives a wave of satisfaction as I bow my head in respect. Thank you. With that over with, I take a seat off to the side, not wanting to bother anyone with my presence. Sin then greets the other shadowed female, calling her by name and so I start learning the names of my pack mates. She is Vela, and I can tell she's been here a while. She looks up to the blind female like a pup to her mother and so I can tell that Sin is well placed in Aurora, even without her rank. The next to approach is a young teen, though his coloring is bright enough to make any age stand out. The crimson that stains him is neither removable nor a trick of the light but a natural coloration of his fur and it fascinates me. Sure, I've heard of Demonican wolves though I've never set eyes on one before. I memorize his scent and then his name as Sin offers him a greeting. This is Braveheart, though I wonder if he's a member of the pack through birth or whether he traveled here by himself. The next to arrive is a beautifully colored female wolf, her aura telling me she's also well placed in the pack though I have yet to hear her rank. Her eyes speak nothing but intelligence and a well rounded personality, making me take a liking to her on first sight, though I remind myself to keep a fair distance for her own protection as much as mine. Sin calls her Akina and even the way she says her name is almost of worshipper status, telling me that these two have a long history together. A strong built male arrives just after Akina, his cologne deeply mixed with hers speaking of close contact and intimate moments. Her mate, then. I take in his own scarlet markings, glancing again at the teen whose markings I'd scrutinized and I come to the conclusion that this is his son. They look too much alike not to be kin. Akina approaches the teen, the tone of her voice telling me all I need to know. Here stands the beginnings of a family, mother, father, and son, though the tension is steadily growing. Something feels off about it all, like they're not such a close happy family as first thought. A bouncing young female darts into the clearing, her approach to Akina comfortable as she asks if she's okay. So another to add to the family, a daughter, a sister. The father in the group seems uncomfortable, his body shifting closer to Akina as if more for encouragment than bonding though he looks confident enough in his own body not to need encouragment either. I continue to watch the family drama, having nothing much else to watch. The two teens start to wrestle, leaving my gaze wandering just as another teen enters the clearing. His coat is more common in color, though what interests me is the mixture of other packs on his pelt. Perhaps checking out his other options? He approaches the family with confidence, sending out wry comments and making half witted jokes at Braveheart, enough to tell me that we just got another bouncing baby boy into the mix. Just then another male approaches, this one holding himself with enough standing to tell me that he holds the crown in this pack land. I dip my head respectively on instinct, my eyes gentle, letting him know that I will fully submit before him and the rest of the pack if he asks me to. He seems a bit overwhelmed at the moment though, barely taking notice of me as he stands off to the side of the clearing, his gaze riveted on the family gathering. Another female is next to arrive, her shy air telling me that she's neither a member nor very confident. Her body is riddled with some scars, barely hidden in her coat and my ears flicker with curiosity, wondering about her story. She approaches the alpha, submitting before him without a word though something tells me she's uncertain of everything and everyone. |
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