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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Cody was always patient with others. His stance did not change, but his eyes narrowed, a look of warning making itself obvious in his eyes. Cody hated this wolf's attitude already. He held himself higher than Cody; something a wolf must never do to anther when trying to join a pack, no matter the rank. His words made Cody smirk slightly. He had never been rude enough to laugh at one's words, but if it weren't for Cody holding it, he would have done it. Cody moves around the wolf, watching him carefully. He couldn't tell if this wolf was serious or not. If he was, would he be a danger to the rest of the pack? He stops. In front again, with a look of annoyance clearly written across his face. Cody truly was a nice, sweet wolf. That didn't mean he easily accepted everyone into his life, to his family. A moment of thought, before he speaks up, in a response to the wolf.

"If you wish to join our pack, why is it that you're walking around high and mighty, Ryan?" He questions the wolf, a look of demand in his bright eyes. The second part of what the wolf had said before was still ringing in his head. Toneless voice. Coming and going? To Cody, this didn't seem fit for the pack. But wolves do change. It was the suicidal part that confused him."If you wish to join, you can not try any.... suicidal acts in the packlands. Besides, i am sure someone would be willing to help with your... issues." His voice is cold. He doesn't necessarily like this wolf, but he must find out what he can about them before running them off the lands, to see if they are qualified to be here. Cody shifts, shaking his white pelt a bit. His eyes are still aggressive, cold, mean. This wolf had gotten off on the wrong hand, and let's just say he wasn't doing a very good job fixing it. He waits for any sound; better yet, for any movement to trigger his muscles.


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