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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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Her pace is slow, deliberate, as if each placement of paw were of the greatest importance. And in a way, they were. She had had her fill of wandering directionless around Blossom. Of talking to strangers and forming no lasting bonds. She hungers for more. Persy, although not of the romantic variety. Ties such as that were always troublesome to forge and even more troublesome to maintain. A fond smirk pulls at her lips. No. She does not want love, she wants companionship. She wants a home, and piece of land that she could claim she belonged on. No more wandering, no more idle chit chat. Just a quiet place for her to rest, and perhaps pack mates she could be able to tolerate.

Her head hangs low as she catches the scent of packs in her nose. The border of a territory was here...IS here. A possible home. Persephone is filled with a slight bit of giddy energy. It never got old, entering into a new pack, learning all of the nuances and dramas that occurred, and finally leaving after stirring the pot a little. It gave her a sense of satisfaction. A small job done very well. A shiver rolls up her spine, rising the hairs as it travels all the way up to the nape of her neck. A howl pierces the air. It's a calling, a sweet beckoning to all those who want a home---for all those whose home this is. Without another thought Persy steps over the clearly marked boundaries of the land. Trying to pick up the new scents to lead her to this meeting place.

As she moves slowly through the bush, she's caught off guard by the number of wolves in the area. She expected a few, yes, but not quite so many. It would be hard to make an impression on the leader with so many to compete with. Persephone was never one to give up easily though. She sets a slightly grim but very determined smile on her lips, and slowly moves out. A seductive hitch to her gait. Her eyes are caught immediately on the white wolf, the one who's voice she assumes she heard before. It's in his posture, the way he stands so proudly. The alpha. Persy stops just out of the circle. Ignoring the mother with her pups, the amber female who was all over the alpha like a starving begger all over a deer leg, and those other two who Persephone didn't quite care to note.

After all, they hold no interest. She's only interested in what this snowy male has to say to her. If he'll accept her submission and permit her into the fold. A grin shows the small pointed tips of her ivories. "Greetings, and good tides." Formal, stuffy, but respectful. Persy found that mostly the higher ups preferred this stiff style of speech. It made them feel important, made them feel respected and like they actually deserved their positions. Persephone seats herself, slightly detached from the semi-circle of wolves forming around the alpha.


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