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 ivory pup was no longer himself. The things he had seen. The screams, the blood, and those damn wolves. Killig his friends. Tearing apart the only thing he called a family. And that was a while ago. Darth was older, just about to be recognized as a teen. But he wasn't the same. Never will be the same. The metal truama had taken it's toll. Leaving him slightly insane,depressed, and halusination. And that was just his mind. The phyisical damage was worse. The ivory pup was broken from the fight he had with those brutes. The one that threw him against a tree had broken ribs, as well as a leg. Over time they healed. Bu not right. Leaving a large lump on his side from a rib healed wrong. And not to mention the twisted leg leaving him leaving, a disibility he will never out grow. And that will make him the weakest of the pack. But Darth refused to eat. Leaving him skinny and dirty. As well as bloody from fighting for his life. Wounds never healed, both physical and mental. The brute was a wreck. There seemed to be no point to life. Life had fallen to pieces.

Darth had wandered around the pack or Aurora Borealis, alone. Keeping away from everyone, even Akina. If contact could be avoided he would avoid it at all costs. If it couldn't well he got out as soon as he could without talking. He had been in isolation, solitary confinment. Everything had been quiet, not a soul seemed to be around. It was perfect. He didn't want any to see him. They woul either laugh or feel pity for him. Especially Sin, he diet want to disapoint his alphess. Though that wouldn't happen. He had to face her. And in his state she would feel disapointed in him no matter what. And his time came to face that disapointment. Sin was home and calling a pack meeting.

Darth limped around. Slowly making his way to the place which the alphess had called the pack to. If he made it fast not many wolves would be there. Then he could hide after what every happened in the meeting. After much limping and leaving a bloody trail, Darth came to the clearing. Ivory ears and obsidian nose told him Sin and another wolf was inside. Limping into the clearing gold orbs looked around. Locking onto the frame of Sin. Stopping he just looked at her. Meeting her gaze and standing in a silence. But Darth couldn't hold it back. Tears rolled down his cheeks. The the skinny ivory figure ran to Sin. It was a limp run that hurt his ribs, but he kept going. Just as he reached her his body gave out and he tripped head over heals. Falling flat on his face. Covering up his face he just cried. Before looking up still crying. A pain filled voice came from Darth. I couldn't save them....all I did was get hurt and become a disability. I watched as they got killed, as they screamed for help. I couldn't help Akina fight those brutes. I was totally useless and still am. If I wasn't so small and weak I might have been able to save your kids, my friends. But I'm not. And the worst part of it all is their gone! I'll never see them again. Either taken away or slaughtered their screams sounded the same. They left me with the nightmares that I can never wake up from. I hear them in my sleep as they cry for help. I smell their blood. I watch them die over and over agin in my head. I watch them get whisked away. And now I wish it was me that died not them. I should be the one to die not them. I'm sorry I couldn't save them Sin, if I were you I'd hate me too. he ended his rant still crying. Broken and beaten he lie on the ground balling. Darth remembered what his mom had told him. Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow, without a little rain. Did she mean rain was made of blood? Pain was watching others die? Just like that the screams and cries echoed in Darth's head. Stop it! Stop the screaming. I hear you! All I ever hear is you screaming! Stop..... he cried in agony at a pain no one could see. But the scars on the outside were clear what he was going through. Just imagine what hell it was lime inside.

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