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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-Celestreal-

The earth was cold under her dark paws. The flattened landscape was beginning to rise and curve as she made her way. Her long, slender body moved swiftly towards the line of trees. The sun was setting now and the land was growing dark. Shadows lingered on her fur as the winds caressed her long strands gently. Her dark hues traced the outline of the coniferous trees and she narrowed them wearily. Eyes seemed to watch her from all directions and she lifted her lip in a small snarl. The land itself seemed to try to make her turn back. She took a step forward in defiance.

As a pup she had heard stories of this land, of how blood was the liquid in the water and how on some nights, the sky’s evil spirits would fly above, lighting the night with their evil. Was it strange that instead of the stories scaring her they made her want to venture here all the more? She was an only pup in a pack of three; her parents and herself. A dark cave filled with the smell of mildew and death was where she slept at night when the owl’s eyes would stare and the snake’s body would slither. To say it was a hard life would be a severe understatement. For the longest time, her parents would hunt for themselves, forcing Celestreal to eat the tiny bits of meat left. Every night, as she lay shivering and cold in her sleeping place, her stomach would growl at her in anger. It wasn’t long before she became intolerant to the world and all the emotions that flooded it.

Her hues darkened as the memories flooded her mind. The white scar that ran across her left eye seemed to burn even though the fight occurred years ago. She was slightly blind in that eye. She can only see blurs or shadows but that fazed her not at all. Now, as she stared into the forest’s face, blurs and shadows are all she could see, even with her good eye. The scent of other wolves reached her naval and she wrinkled her nose, tensing up. Her ears flickered with the sound of the raven’s caw and she snarled again. No mere forest was going to scare her away. Not even the wolves that resided there.

Sure she ‘came in peace’ but she didn’t know what to expect. The stories her parents told her plagued her mind and caused a mixture of emotions to roll off of her. The only emotion that didn’t exist was fear. The worst that could happen would be death and for that was mere pleasure compared to life. She flattened her ears as she took another step. She was right on the pack borders now. Her banner swished in impatience but also remained low. To anger another wolf would be stupid on her part. Not because she didn’t know how to fight, in all reality that’s all she was, a fighter, but because she wasn’t in the mood to fight right now. She didn’t need any more scars or the weight of a death on her shoulders at the moment. She simply wanted to relax. She had to fight her way through her entire life and she was physically and mentally tired.

The fay made her way under a tall tree, careful not to step over the boundary just yet. She hid well in the shadows for her coat was a mixture of blacks, deep grays, and dark browns. Not even her eyes would give away her presence for they were a black. The one thing that would give her away would be her scent. Not like she could control that though. Her scent consisted of the smoke from burning wood and rain. The reason why was unknown, even to her. The thought of rain caused a small smile to form on her maw. If one were looking at her, they would never have noticed the smile. Her one true addiction was rain. It brought out a side of her that was rarely awakened.

The forest was dark now as evening settled in. The night animals awakened and began their festivities, not bothering to be quiet. An owl flew from the tree above her, its large wings causing a loud whoosh with every flap. Crickets sang to their lovers, their little legs making quite a racket against the silence of the night. The wind rustled any dry life that existed and brushed against her long fur. The night was when magical events that were unseen during the day occurred. Night was Celestreal’s favorite time.

Her hues stared into the darkness at nothing in particular. Eventually, they would adjust and she’d be able to see all but for now she used her stronger senses. Touch, smell, hear. She even closed her eyes and embraced the darkness. She rested her weight on her haunches and curled her tail around herself. There, under the tree, shadowed in darkness was where the fay waited change.

-Night=When The Magic Happens-

|Celestreal|Adult|Female|
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