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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Posted on March 1, 2013 at 02:10:36 PM by Kalgalath


Kalgalath was confused. Although he had spent weeks recovering in Kong’s cavern, when he had travelled upon the packlands he had come upon no one. No other wolves. There had been no fresh scents lain at the pack’s boundary, and there had been no fresh tracks. It was if the terra was deserted. Even King Kong had been elusive. A stagnant stench laid in the air, and the brute’s coat shivered, trying to shake the feeling that this pack was withering away to nothingness. He had hoped to meet more packmates, and although he had waited patiently, none had come. It was not a good sign. His icy gaze travelled across the terra, wondering what would become of them. Sin had died just as Kal had been accepted by Kong, and since, the pack had been leaderless. And quiet. Too quiet.

Just then, his twin towers turned, and the brute cocked his grey head. A call was weaving its way through the air. It seemed to move slowly at first, then with more force as the song continued on. A grim smile grew upon Kal’s maw – he recognized the voice as his friend’s voice, and he recognized the call. Regrouping. A call to fix that had become broken, very broken. A new start. A pack meeting. Kal’s muscles tensed as he leaned on to his haunches and leapt forward toward the source of the sound. His large pads landed softly upon the ground, but his large stride carried him siftly toward his friend. As he travelled, his towers constantly twisted around him, listening for the sound of other lupines, hoping that others would heed Kong’s call and also come.

The air seems to clear a bit, a hopeful fresh scent trying to weave its way through the stagnant haze that has laid still over the land. The grim smile turns into a sincere one, and the brute picks up speed, the muscles in his haunches rippling with each step. His step has become more lively as the prospect of a new start for this land sends adrenaline pumping through his veins like wildfire. The burn is a good one, and the brute revels in it.

His dark friend soon comes into his view, Kal’s icy gaze seeing the black brute with his maw still raised to the heavens. Quietly, Kal travels to his side, sitting his body upon his haunches, his grey plume wrapping around his paws. He watches the brute, and although he sees that sorrow still remains within King Kong’s oculars, there is a spark there – hope. Kalgalath smiles at his friend, and dips his maw in greeting, not wishing to interrupt the call. Although Kalgalath is disturbed to find that he is the first lupine to arrive, in a way, he is also happy that he was the first to respond to his friend. His only friend in this pack. Even after the years apart and weeks in silence, Kalgalath remains loyal til death.





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