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 hunger that tore at his beating heart… the seducing pain that fell there… that was the only thing that kept Cry of Freedom going. No look over his shoulder took place, as it does for a love sick demon in the movies on the humans magical big moving walls. Straight forward. The male didn’t believe what he was doing. He was leaving the source of warmth… the home and hearth… for the blizzarding fields of uncharted territory that belongs to only the lone vargs. His world and hers… they couldn’t be put together for long. Like Romeo and Juliet, the starcrossed lovers were doomed. Though not as serious as death, the parting was just as sorrowful as the reapers ultimate choice. Dial low, amber optics on the tundra and plumage hanging like a defeated war banner, the male continued on. She almost kept him back… that angel he’d come to cherish… she had called his title with such longing… that he almost stopped and turned around for her. But no. Freedom did not stop and turn to lay his empty gazers back on her lone form, silhouetted against all the others. His listeners were numb as he flattened them sadly against his skull. His torches blazed once more with the love he felt for her. Lastly, a tattered smile played upon his lips. He was but merely her knight, he knew that now. When the lady’s king had been gone, he’d come to comfort her, envelope her with the lust he’d been holding in since she’d dispersed so long ago from his world. The brute held her transfixing gaze for a while. And for more than a minute, he felt that if she had been his for the taking, he would have rushed towards her and gathered her in a wolfish hug.

But life does not wish for good things to occur for good people. It plays with bodies like a puppetteer does his marionettes. And then it tosses them into the pits of hell once youve played your best card. Cry of Freedom raised his tassel possessively. To him,she would always be his. His life was for her only. His services and love at her disposal. Freedoms card had been played weeks ago. His offspring would grow with strong minds and open hearts. Their sire had left his scent in thei remoirs. They may not recognize him if he came back to see the three later on.

It took more than physical brute strength to turn away from his serephim. He was indeed her samurai and would be nothing more than a friend as of today. Freedom forbid himself to think of her in that way again lest he throw his heart to her once again. No... he would leave it with her. She could decide what to do with it. He would not waste his life wishing for things that only pups do. A fantasy ending is not true to his dictionary. It's synonyms were "fictional and imaginary." He held her gaze for the longest while, burning her image into his head. That broken smile appeared and with a flick of his eavesdroppers, he took off away from her. He did not belong in that world she found so comfortable. He formed lyrics he could only pray she heard. Forgive me. That was a dumb line to end on. But it was now that his pistons kicked into high gear and the distance between him and her.. it never felt so vast.

She had viewed him as a comforter. An advice giver and friend while he saw her in a totally different light. This moment in time.. along with the pain... the young father would remember it for as long as he lived. Whether she knew it or not,the goddess herself had plunged a dagger through an artery, cut out his still beating heart and mounted it on a wall as humans do to deer crowns. And there it was to remain hers for all eternity, whilst the body searched in vain for another purpose to live.
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