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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Purple, pink, and orange claws sliced down through the canopy of a dense forest. The light lapped at the leaves, dirt, and undergrowth, wiping away any traces of pure sunlight that still lingered. Devestation, sadness, and utter loss flowed along the breeze, giving any creauture that ventured into these woods a harsh statement saying that the wolves that inhabited these lands were in the midst of something that could crush their souls, possibly, forever. The soft tongue of the breeze washed over the terrain, comforting them, compelling creatures to exhibit some sort of loneliness. Voices could be heard along the wind, however distant they were. They were muttering a soft conversation to themselves; they were debating over something that was quite important, and the forest knew what was happening.

Black paws scuffed silently over the dirt, careful not to make a sound and disturb the beings that were hidden amoung the shadows. A black banner swayed close to the ground, threatening to touch the padding underfoot. The vixen lifted her cranium, scenting the air for wolves she knew were there. Turning her head, she looked back the direction she came, searching for the brute that followed her. The pair had came here together; they knew these beings were re-grouping after a tragic loss of a very powerful leader. She turned her head before she came across the scent of the borders. Should she enter? She would never intrude on a very important date such as today, but she somehow knew she had to. She and her lover would apologize later; they felt the need to go into the pack lands and comfort the wolves there with loyal, naive souls; only naive in the way that they could not experience what these wolves had in recent tidings.

The vixen took a deep breath, exhaled, and placed a paw across the border. Her heart winced as she did so, knowing it was against wolf code to step inside a pack that you didn't know, but again (for reasons we have already discussed), she needed to get in there, her mate wobbling behind. She weaved from tree to tree, hoping her scent didn't betray her entrance and start something she knew several mintues ago she never wanted to start. Keep going she told herself, pushing every paw forward, knowing that if she stopped, they would turn around and exit without a seond thought.

The scent of the wolves became stronger, and the vixen slowed her pace. She could hear their debate over the new leader, and she stopped and quietly stepped out of the treeline. She knew the black wolf standing on the rock woudn't see her for a few moments, and all the other wolves' backs were turned. She stayed their and sat, waiting for their conversation to quiet. When it did, the vixen raised her lyrics, which she forced to be proud and soothing, hoping to give the message that she meant no harm at all. "Hello. First, I have to apologize for stepping onto terrain that I have no right to step on. My mate and I have come to be apart of something bigger, and we know that you all have faced challenges over the past month that we will never fully understand. I greet you with the title as Magic, loner at the moment, and proud to be the wolf I am today; loyal, proud, strong and free. I do not know how to move forward from here, and my mate and I will not do so without your permission; we have already traveled too far forward without the consult of someone that has been here far longer than us. Please, do not take our entrance as a threat."

Her lyrics swayed on the breeze for a slight moment, before she went silent and was about to face what type of emotion was about to come.

The Beauty in Everything;
{¢¾ Magic | Vixen | No Pups | Lover of Unmoglitch | No Pack | Thunderfoot ¢¾}




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